Take me, higher, higher baby. Can you feel it, feel it, feel it, feel it? Do you feel the same weed high that I do? Cause Im so high. (Reefer makes you feel that way) And Im feelin' so right. Roll more, lets smoke, Ive got to get high. Yeah
Ive been high since the last song off that La-la-la-la-la-la. And Ive just been smokin and smokin. Smoke another blunt, roll another up, you know the weed can really ease your mind. Every time I smoke good reefer, that Indo high makes me fly. If everybody smoked the blunt, relieve the mind, the world could be a better place. If everybody took a break and we all just got wasted. Stay, smoke float out-out-out, smoked out-out-out, choked out-out-out, pull another out-out-out. Oooh ah! Lets get P.O.D.ed, (P.O.D.ed) P.O.Ddeddded, P.O.D.deddded.
The weed can get no better, no better baby.
Twenty dollar hollers all day every day. Come around my way, we gon' want to stay. Weed makes me hungry, happy, and all I can say: Sure I need some more. Dont make me wait, stay awake, fake sleep, got the weed between the sheets, catch me. Mary Jane, bless me. Open up the dime, stimulate your mind. Slide my thumb up the blunt. Open up and what you'll find in thereyou dont really want. I've never been in High Times, never been in High Times, I never been in High Times. But could you tell that Ive been so high all my life. (am I high enough, am I high enough?) Been so high all my life. (am I high enough?)
I remember being a little thug. Weedreally didnt know what it was. Then I took a puff and I realized I should always stay high (high). The weed, the weed makes me feel all right (all right). If you feel like I feel, I got half on your dime. If you got weed smoke it. Im a real weed-smoker. If its mine then I would. Since its yours you could, you should. If I aint there when you blaze the blunt nigga, huh, please think of me. Cause you know a nigga love to get high, high, high and free. Smokin all night, feelin' all right, Bone Thugs get high, so high, high, high, all night, high, high, so high.
Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my-my-my-my, I know you wonder why I do it. Love the sky, and I soar up so high. This morning I was on my bed, bangin' and ringin' inside my head. I wanted to make love to you baby, but last night I got P.O.D.d instead. So please dont go away, and all I got to say is I gotta have you Mary Jane. Such Heavenly feelin I get when Im takin' fat-ass blunts to the brain. Oh darlin' Im going insane. And I wish we really can kick it at home in America like it was on in Amsterdam. You heard enough, you heard that Im nothin' but a realler thug nigga none less than a killer. I might if Im making my scrilla. And I happen to know when it's live as the Bone that kick it as strong as me, be rippin the bong like me, can hit it as long as me.
And when I need to free my mind I can find satisfaction in a bag of weed. Everything I need, leave it to the trees, it can make me feel better. And every day I wake, nigga rollin' up blunts and mo blunts and mo blunts. And I keep a case of Swisher Sweets in the trunk (drop box) so when Im rollin'. Smokin 'n chokin, just floatin through the city in the drop-top, glock cocked, rollin', just rollin'. Me and Mary Jane, that's my world, thats my thing. The way she penetrate my brain. Buddah done blessed me with gamegood game. You want to chop it up, we can kick it smoke a phatty to the dome. Nigga Lay high, thugged-out, smokin' all night long.
The weed can get no better, no better baby. The weed can get no better, (Let's smoke, I've got to get high!) no better baby. The weed can get no better, no better baby. (Let's smoke, I've got to get high!)