[Verse]

You see, I could make a mill and don't have to sell drugs

I could smoke a roach and don't have to light bugs

I could pack a bowl, but I'm not Cheech and Chong

Not Cypress Hill, but I like hittin' bongs

I can be fat and don't have to gain weight

I can be a legend and don't have to be great

I don't have to take a plane to fly high

I don't wanna live my life just to die

I can be a DJ and don't have to scratch

I could spark my cigarette with a lighter or match

I can have a gun, and I don't have to shoot

I can get a job and try to earn a little loot

I could be a bum and live in a box

I could move to your neighborhood, stayin' on your block

I can like tricks, but I'm not a silly rabbit

I can't stop smokin' because I can't kick the habit

What is a jam if you don't come smooth?

What is a beat if you don't have a groove?

I could be the President and legalize weed

I could grow a field of bud with a hand full of seeds

[Outro]

Damn, ha ha ha ha, I'm fucked up

But I'm about to kick it to y'all like this, what's up

Sittin' on the dock of the bay

Sippin' a Boone's, puffin a J

Woo hoo

Yeah, sittin' on the dock of the bay

Tryin' to get high, yeah, like that

Yeah, ha ha