[B-Real]
Loaded, dazed, confused..
I'm in the Esco' rollin' the kush weed
You know that I'm never ever blazin' the Bush weed
You know you're on cloud nine f**in' with me duke
Be sure that I'm the kush 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 bong so hard they call me three-lungs
They say that I'm the buddah master, "Rock Superstar"
You know the homie with the weed 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. bush just clouded your brain
See I'm ready for fo'-twenty mo' honeys get dough for me
All of them Mary, it's scary, they get you most stony
[Hook: B-Real, Method Man, Proof]
[BR] Hittin' the blunts and bongs
[MM] Puffin' those trees and leaves
[Pr] Comin' with E and Vic's
[BR] You know it's on tonight, roll it and pa** the light
[BR] Sittin' up top of the world
[MM] Gettin' on top of your girl
[BR] Packin' those bowls and pipes
[Pr] You know it's on tonight
[BR] Roll it and pa** the light
[Proof]
You know your man's royal can be Ishmael{?}
Wasn't even finished my drink and thinkin' 'bout refills
They got the dro, I'm fin' to roll off these E pills
And I'm the +Proof+, got on my +Method+ so +Be-Real+
A retired weed head that need bread for trickin'
Off on a mission to find b**hes for sausage lickin'
Engulfed in liquids, Xena's and perkasets
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 Pablo
Pills to swallow, momma don't cry I send you d**
Tryna get my mind stuck "In the Middle" like Monie Love - whaaaat?
[Hook]
[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 a**
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 ga**ed, I'm proceedin' to get high
Got weed like Mary J. is +All I'm Needin+ to get by
Tical motherf**er, run for cover when sh** fly
One hand is on the lye, the other hand on yo' b**h thigh
How many wanna try, Mr. Meth and his clique? Yes
That's kinda farfetched like me pa**in' 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', k**a Bee back. Flac? We don't need that
It's fo'-twenty ho, now where the f** is yo' weed at?
In fact..
[Hook]