[Intro]
Loaded, dazed, confused
[Verse 1: B-Real]
I'm in the Esco' rollin' the kush ****
You know that I'm never ever blazin' the Bush ****
You know you're on cloud nine ******* with me duke
Be sure that I'm the **** man waitin' to see Proof
Some say I'm high on life and I don't need ya herbs
I'm gettin' high every time that you speak the words
Well I'm glad that means more for me son
I hit the **** so hard they call me three-lungs
They say that I'm the buddha master, "Rock Superstar"
You know the homie with the **** laced candy bar
Now I'm blazin it non-stop, you feelin' me fam?
You see, everywhere I go it's like Amsterdam
We blow the smoke in the air now you smellin' my strain
It's the O.G. **** just clouded your brain
See I'm ready for 4:20, mo' honeys get dough for me
All of them Mary, it's scary, they get you most stony
[Chorus: B-Real, Method Man, & Proof]
Hittin' the blunts and bongs
Puffin' those trees and leaves
Comin' with * and Vic's
You know it's on tonight, roll it and pass the light
Sittin' up top of the world
Gettin' on top of your girl
Packin' those bowls and pipes
You know it's on tonight, roll it and pass the light
[Verse 2: Proof]
You know your man's Oil Can get be schmeel
Wasn't even finished my drink and thinkin' 'bout refills
They got the dro, I'm fin' to roll off these E *****
And I'm the Proof, got on method so be real
A retired **** head that need bread for trickin'
Off on a mission to find ******* for sausage *******
Engulfed in liquids, ******* *** *********
I jam like I don't know how to work the Tech
Nine times outta ten I'm high off the Henn'
Never lie for a trend, tryna die on a binge
Biscuits is poppin', ain't no stoppin' like Hendrix and Joplin
'Til I find out where Biggie and 'Pac went
Profit of coppin', most often is gobbled
Stackin' my chips high 'til they auction a Boblo
**** to swallow, momma don't cry, it's only drugs
Tryna get my mind stuck "In the Middle" like Monie Love - whaaaat?
[Chorus: B-Real, Method Man, & Proof]
Hittin' the blunts and bongs
Puffin' those trees and leaves
Comin' with * and Vic's
You know it's on tonight, roll it and pass the light
Sittin' up top of the world
Gettin' on top of your girl
Packin' those bowls and pipes
You know it's on tonight, roll it and pass the light
[Verse 3: Method Man]
I semi-automatically spit flows at trash
Anatomically equipped to rip shows in half
If I speak a little fast you get whiplash
Promoters better get the kid cash or get whipped ass
Got some Zig-Zags and a Dutch, let's get smashed
My little zip bags got more riders than Six Flags
And while y'all get gassed, I'm proceedin' to get ****
Got weed like Mary J. is all I'm needin to get by
Tical mother******, run for cover when **** fly
One hand is on the lye, the other hand on yo' ***** thigh
How many wanna try, Mr. Meth and his clique? Yes
That's kinda farfetched like me passin' a piss test
Okay, let's be real, here's the proof, we need cash flow
Might catch me in the movies lightin' up in the back row, for sho'
Killa Bee back., flak? We don't need that
It's 4:20 ***, now where the fuck is yo' **** at? In fact..
[Chorus: B-Real, Method Man, & Proof]
Hittin' the blunts and bongs
Puffin' those trees and leaves
Comin' with * and Vic's
You know it's on tonight, roll it and pass the light
Sittin' up top of the world
Gettin' on top of your girl
Packin' those bowls and pipes
You know it's on tonight, roll it and pass the light