(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Devin the Dude]

Hey muthafuckas, guess what I got?

I just came from the spot and I scooped up a pot

Of this good coughee, I got it right up under my hat

It's in a brown paper sack, it's a dime and it's fat

Pass me a Swisher so I can twist a

Nice fat muthafuckin' spliff for ya, mister

Shit, 'cause I'm ready to get wired up

First I lick the leaf and I tie it up

Get the lighter and fire it up

But bitch, when you get it don't be tryin' to hit it hard

So you cough and you choke and you slob and you fart

Fuckin' 'round with my coughee, bitch, you better be cautious

'Cause ho, you know I roll big old horse dicks

To keep you blowed, higher than giraffe nuts

I spend my last ten even if I need a haircut

My girlfriend trippin' out, she don't understand why

I come in fucked up every night and I

[Chorus: Devin the Dude & (Odd Squad)]

Drink about two or three cups in the mornin'

(Bitch, get off me, I gotta have coughee)

I get high so I try to keep a whole pot on me

(I gotta have coughee)

So if you know where to get a fat dime, bitch, I want it

(Bitch, get off me, I gotta have coughee)

Just go and get the weed, ho, I got five on it

(I gotta have coughee)

[Verse 2: Devin the Dude]

A nice good cup of coughee, somethin' for your head

I keep a sack on my back just like Juan Valdez

At your door in the morning, ho, get up, roll a square

I got some weed that's guaranteed to make your eyeballs bleed

Not a dime this time but a nice sized quarter

We call our shit coughee but we don't dip it in that water

It's just straight weed, muthafuckas, no sugar, no cream

Save all that shit for all them old school dopefiends

This dedicated to my fellow coughee drinkers

Like Corey, Dexter, Kevin, Keith and Chris, I'd like to thank y'all

For comin' by the crib when I'm broke to get a nigga full

(Smokin' that weed) and drinkin' Schlitz Malt Liquor Bull

'Cause when I rap, that's all I need

And a friend with weed, now that's a friend indeed

Yo, and since I'm unemployed and every day is my off-day

I kick off my shoes and I booze and I choose to drink coughee

[Chorus: Devin the Dude & (Odd Squad)]

Two or three cups in the mornin'

(Bitch, get off me, I gotta have coughee)

I get high so I try to keep a whole pot on me

(I gotta have coughee)

So if you know where to get a fat dime, bitch, I want it

(Bitch, get off me, I gotta have coughee)

Just go and get the weed, ho, I got five on it

(I gotta have coughee)

[Verse 3: Devin the Dude]

I know your breath get stank (uh-huh), your throat get dry (yeah)

But I like gettin' high, bitch, I'm blowed right now

I got a brew in my hand, Lil' James can't understand

Why we stumblin' through the studio drunk again

Drinkin' coughee, eyes red, tight and shiny

When the laws get behind me, yo, my nuts don't get tiny

I just reach up under my seat and get my heat and get 'em off me

'Cause they took my driver's license but them bitches can't have my coughee

[Outro: Devin the Dude & (Odd Squad)]

(Gotta have coughee)

Oh, I gots to have coughee

(Gotta have coughee)

I said I gots to have coughee

(Gotta have coughee)

Don't fuck with my coughee

(I gotta have coughee)

Oh ho, you know I'm finna go

And score me some mo'

And I'll be back in about an hour or so

With some coughee

(Gotta have coughee)

What a nigga need is some coughee

(Gotta have coughee)

Good ass weed, coughee

(Gotta have coughee)

Gotta have coughee

(Gotta have coughee)

I said I gots to have sess

(Gotta have coughee)

I gots to have skunk

(Gotta have coughee)

I gots to have indo

(Gotta have coughee)

That shit ain't no punk

(I gotta have coughee)

He ain't talkin' about no goddamn Maxwell House...