[Chorus: Devin the Dude]

If you don't know by now, every day I stay high

Niggas  be jokin sayin' they smoke but they lie

O.G.  brother blowin' ever since '85

Smokin' while I'm floatin' all across the state line

Get high

[Verse 1: Devin the Dude]

Back  in the '85 or maybe '83

My  potna had a weed square and gave it to me

I was kinda young but still I took me a pull

I  went inside the grocery ran out with a bull

Schlitz malt liquor, a big [?] nigga

Thirty-two ounces, I couldn't pronounce shit

I'd chill for a while, before I'd go home

Or  however it took for me, to get out of the zone

A teen smokin' weed was frowned upon

Now everybody's lookin' like Al Capone

Most of 'em roast up, but some be fakin'

Using stunt bluff for video makin'

Ain't smokin' nathan but it's all good though

My nigga he on papers, he wasn't he would blow

You already should know, no need to ask

About weed or grass

[Chorus: Devin the Dude & Kurupt]

If you don't know by now, every day I stay high

Niggas be jokin', sayin' they smoke but they lie

O.G. brother blowin' ever since '85

Smokin' while I'm floatin' all across the state line

(Hey, let me hit that!)

Get high

[Verse 2: Kurupt]

Yeah, It was around the year of 1993 (What happened)

We got this orange bud from Humboldt County

Chocolate Thai was the best way to get high

But that orange was the bombest, we called it the Chronic

Now everybody's on it, but they just can't find it (Can't find it)

Some niggas would lie and say they got the bomb

That was some lies, rollin' blunts to hide and disguise

Look around, and that's why they ass got clowned

With that bullshit, hella bum, fake ass Chronic smoke

Tryna take a tok, of my bomb that I just rolled

Nigga please! And then we twisted it up

And mixed it with Thai to make E.T. (See?)

Indo and Chocolate Thai, the best of both

It's nothin' but that extra-terrestrial

But I ain't just talkin' 'bout these niggas trippin'

'Cause you also gotta spot and watch these bitches

Bitch!

[Chorus: Devin the Dude]

If you don't know by now, every day I stay high

Niggas be jokin', sayin' they smoke but they lie

O.G. brother blowin' ever since '85

Smokin' while I'm floatin' all across the state line

Get high

[Verse 3: Spice 1]

I got the dutches and my clutches, I'm 187 pure

Telllin' Mary Jane, 'bout the things I'ma do to her

Coolin' on the corner, with the cellular phone

You can tell that Kush was California grown

'Cause all a nigga gotta do is plant a seed in the dirt

Put some fertilizer on and man that shit really worked

The first time I smoked weed, I think I was 'bout ten

Found it in my uncle room, and he was up in the pen (Pen)

Under his pillow, right along with the burner

And a eight track of ol' school Ike and Tina Turner

Didn't know how to roll shit, but I figured it out though

Now I'm higher than the price of a bird up in the drought though

When I see Devin we rollin' up either swishers sweets, back wood zags or even dutch

If you don't know by now, I'm certified professional weed smoker now (Blaow!)

[Chorus: Devin the Dude]

If you don't know by now, every day I stay high

Niggas be jokin', sayin' they smoke but they lie

O.G. brother blowin' ever since '85

Smokin' while I'm floatin' all across the state line

Get high