The square root of a kilo is me nigga We gon' have it locked Cause we the only thing to talk about If Michael Jackson came alive right now He'd ask you to smoke one for him So in his honor You niggas Spud Webb, coming up short Think you're Dee Brown,

Have a little party at my crib And all the weed is rolled that's how it is When you fucking with some OG niggas blowing OG smoke Don't even gotta ask, you already know, we 'bout to go Young nigga that's more famous than these older niggas Young nigga

In that fast thing, speedin' through the city (Skrrt, skrrt) Panoramic brain, and my dash digi' (Dash digi') Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit) Backwood to the face, I don't smoke no Philly (Nah) Drip, drippin' sauce like I'm chili (Sauce)

Where are you going, we should be growing now Where are we going, why are we slowing down Smoke to it nigga, smoke to it nigga Where are we going, we should be slowing down That’s what she said to me That place I used to call home is just a bed to me We

I'll teach you how to stunt My wrists stay rocked up My TV's pop up in a Maybach Benz Nigga you can't see me My Bentley GT got smoke gray rims My neck stay blinging, my rims stay gleaming, I'm shining man I see you scheming, nigga keep on dreaming, I

Every time I go out, I'm goin to smoke out I buy it don't even know the price As long as I live it, come pay me a visit, And I'll be somewhere up in the sky My nigga it's 'bout to go down, oh We fly, it's not lie, that we high, 'til we die, oh I've been

Smoke some weed This is West coast nigga thinking California quicksand got a nigga sinking I can give a fuck what you niggas drinking I can give a fuck what you bitches drinking "Smoke some weed" George Bush, George Clinton, Bill Clinton Chris Farley,

We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and pack heat Requirements for survival each day in L.A.! It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops Analyze why we act this way in L.A.! Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in this motherfucker (West West y'all) Yeah,

I wake up and roll some dank up with my niggas I got on the phone and caught up with some bitches I got dressed, I mixed the Tisa with Versace I smoked a joint and took a BR, now I'm irie I'm irie, I'm irie, I'm irie I'm irie, yeah, I'm irie When I'm in

I gave 'em hope When my nigga needed money (What you do?) I gave 'em dope Every time we went to war (What we do?) We gave 'em smoke Fiends was copping, I was broke Fuck that shit, we gave 'em soap They forgot we gave 'em hope Let them niggas have the