Intro skit:
*sounds of vehicle and talking*
Kidd: Uh, check this out tho, check this out dog. Where them tapes at, dirty? Where them tapes at? My nigga, ooh y'all ain't know I had a twenty-sack, right?
Kue: Aahh, roll that thing on up dog, roll that thing on up
[?]: We gon smoke one?
Kidd: Yo, we gon smoke one, y'all wanna smoke one, dog? Y'all wanna smoke one? Ayy check this out, ayy put one of them tapes in, dirty, put one of them ol' fresh ass tapes in, my nigga, --, and let's smoke one
Intro:
Uhh
Won't you pass that weed, nigga
Ayy what we gonna do tho
Hook:
I wanna smoke one! Relax your mind!
Verse 1 (Kidd Money) [Hеad] {?}:
Well I'm sittin back, kickin it with my rollie
We ridin four deep in thе Benz, I think it's time to go to Shoney
I'm sittin back, feelin kinda fat ya know
I just smoked a mean -- and now it's time to pull a hoe, huh
The time is right, I mean the flow is kinda mellow
Cough -- smoke, it's time to lay low
So listen up as we roll, we head straight to the --
I say, 'Head, you got the weed?' ["---"], yeah I got it
Roll it up tight and let me pull it ["alright"] {so let me tail that}
*inhaling; coughing*
Yo this some good shit, yeah, I knew it
Hook:
Let's smoke one! Relax your mind!
Uhh!
Relax your mind, relax your mind
-- on the ganja like you live on cloud nine
---, pa pa!
And then -- often wonder where the ganja come from
It come from the ganja, ganja, ganja man, eh eh!
Ganja, ganja, ganja man, come follow me!
-- on the mic --
Check it, come now, -- the --
Bo!
Verse 2 (Uncle Head) [Kidd Money]:
Head comin at ya smoke my shit in --
-- got with no dreads, but you would think I'm a rasta
That high, I got's to have that high
I must get a Heineken because my throat is dry
On the scroll with my boys, headed for the weed hoe
Bend the curb with my lows, got's to get my El Producto
It's gettin kinda dark so we head for -- park
--, smoke out, then we get to rollin
Shit, I got's to get another chronic sack and chill
Go by Mickey D's and myself a value meal, huh!
I catch the munchies when I'm smokin the herb
No doubt, that's a fact, black, I keep a chronic --
Huhhhhh!
[Ayo, but what we wanna do tho, what we wanna do, y'all check it out right]
Hook:
Let's smoke one! Relax your mind!
Relax your mind, relax your mind
-- on the ganja like you live on cloud nine, check it!
---, pa pa!
And then -- often wonder where the ganja come from
It come from the ganja, ganja, ganja man, check it!
Ganja, ganja, ganja man, come --
Verse 3 (Kue Dog):
More, more, till a nigga choke
This -- that I smoke, ain't no motherfuckin joke
Kickin it with my niggas, or whatever
Head for the hoes so we can get another twenty --
And -- let me -- some more
Dip round the corner get that jam from the liquor store
Now we smoke till our eyes turn blood red
Shootin gang till them hoes drinkin outta head
Smellin like a pound of that --
Let's roll another bag of that green
Chillin on the -- on a --
Get a -- from the store then we dip to smoke some more
My nigga pushed the lighter in
Fill my cup with ice then I pour some more juice and gin
Cause every now and then my throat's dry
That's just a part of gettin high
Hook:
Let's smoke one! Relax your mind!
Relax your mind, relax your mind
-- on the ganja like you live on cloud nine
---, pa pa!
And then -- often wonder where the ganja come from
Come from the ganja, ganja, ganja man, check it now, man
Ganja, ganja, ganja man
---
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-- rude boy and keep your ambition
No matter where the --
-- fears --
If you run it like it --
Rock it rude boy --