Ayy ayy step back motherfucker, watch out! La la la la la (fuck that, nigga) We don't give a fuck Ayy y'all niggas ain't fucking with us, nigga La la la la la Imma get it like this nigga Yo, I got the green, Don Juan I'm in the hood, blow the horn, bom-bom This pimpin' ain't for free, here's a coupon My backwoods packs I turn to a futon I got my eyes on seven figures And Imma get it whether I move crooked like Jack Thriller's I'm shittin' on em, I smell like a winner Don't hit the bathroom for like forty, forty-five minutes Redman and we up in this bitch, huh I never cruise, I work to be the top gun And I'm a dog off the collar, the marijuana globe trotters You's got bud, uh-huh Ayo, this one nigga that roll up that smoke When I hit the weed spot, my pockets go broke We high, we high, we high, we high (say it again) Ayo, this one nigga that roll up that smoke When I hit the weed spot, my pockets go broke We high, we high, we high, we high (say it again) It's the four horsemen, call reinforcements We ain't looking for endorsements, we absorb your portions We can roll the indo or sativa if you need to We just got a warehouse poppin' gabeesh, she's a heater Two on the lighter, with the tightest bitches dancin', getting higher They all fire, ladies never tire Got her soul inspired now we flossing out Sipping on some Hen 2.0, for your cotton mouth This beat is banging like a Cali block in the 90s Really fucking grimey and the po-po's right behind me 16's popping, smoke blowing out the window When we roll up in the spot it's very simple Uh, yeah, uh-uh That's what you do Mt. Kushmore in the building Big Snoop, Method Man, Redman, B-Real Shout out to Wiz Khalifa and Sen Dog, you know! G-yeah! I ain't here to bring the East back (nah), I'm here to relapse An hour outta rehab, they ask me where the weed at Go get a weed app (homie), I got that weed that have your P.O getting P.O.'d Ask me where to pee at My G, pack the streets of New York, I give em G-Rap I'm cool, on the road to the riches to get my G back (I'll be that) Killa Beez mind your beeswax Past ten o'clock when ya still don't know where your seat at Ask Big Snoop, it don't take a Crip to see that Be real, what you read about Meth Man, believe that I'm nice, I gots no chill, go get a ski hat In fact, put ya twitter on ice, chill with the feedback From the days of Cheech and Chong, to Willie Nelson Everywhere that I go, I blow fo sho, you smelled it A lot of y'all fucking with me, saying I'm on your bucket list But I ain't the one to be fucking with See, I'm like a quick game of Tic-tac-toe Take three in a row Aye lil nigga, go on, hit that door I'm back with my niggas, Earth, wind, no snow And I got the fire on Mt. Kushmore So let it rain like the leaves of a cannabis plant When I say it, I mean it as a matter of fact Well I oughta, slip mo dick in your daughter, for starters Leafs by Snoop, may I take your order? Ayo, this one nigga that roll up that smoke When I hit the weed spot, my pockets go broke We high, we high, we high, we high (say it again) Ayo, this one nigga that roll up that smoke When I hit the weed spot, my pockets go broke We high, we high, we high, we high (say it again) Ain't nobody fucking with my dogs I keep the hammer on side of me Ain't nobody fucking with my dogs Ain't nobody fucking with my dogs Ain't nobody fucking with my dogs I keep the hammer on side of me Ain't nobody fucking with my dogs