[Snoop Dogg] Fat sack in hand, Mac and Dev Back in dreads, stacking bread Kush in the air errywhere I be Word is Doggy Dogg got that 10 a key You can believe what you wanna loc See I´ma pee on the tree when I wanna smoke Underground to the top shelf And I can do it by my goddamn self
I put some fire on the tip High when I trip, still fly on a bitch I´ma ease on by Tip top, don´t stop, why not, not why See I´ma regulate it Real shit, real niggas, real weed separated And put the match on the tip So quick, so fast like that, you bitch
[Wiz Khalifa] Came in this thang, blowing on the strongest Mary Jane Make sure everybody know my name Niggas know we go hard so we young bosses in the game Now I´m getting weed on the plane It´s such a shame, your bitch with us Hatin´ on me ‘cause you probably can´t get rich with us Probably run around claim you a real nigga too But I´ma fuck her, never call like real niggas do, ooh No pain, no gain I be on the yacht drunk sipping champagne Partying with Snoop Dogg, smoking propane Screaming rest in peace June Bug with my whole gang
Uhh, niggas hate but I just laugh at that A milly first quarter, you ain´t half of that Talking trees, we can go pack for pack All day, we just smoke back to back