HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA   Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke   Roll it up, roll it up, roll it up, roll it up, roll it up   Herb      Take a hit   California marijuana   Smoke a lot ??????   some call it marijuana    some of dem call it ganjah      *Chorus*   It's the chronic   Marijuana   I think I want a hit   Take a trip, a sip of bomb   Come along   It's just an herb   Mind's eye opened wide   Come inside   No need to hide      It's just the chronic   Chronic moment   It's like the omen   Givin' birth inside your chest   Invest some time in knowing what the herb can do to a man's soul   When inhaled it takes the rest, he's impaled   It'll leave a person on top of a telephone pole with Hekyll and Jekyll   I know many men who have sold the secret medium my way   I light that bowl and lose control of tracks constructed by the conductor   Never stuck in a permanent high I float around my way   Wings and things help me to the next plateau I go   Way too intense with dense ideas I never change   I flow rivers of ancient, teleportations sent to the nation   Vis-à-vis via satellite, ear to ear from here to there   They feel the beat   Don't be shy   I'm really a quiet guy   Just try!   Look what it does for an introvert   I flirt with Mary Jane and burn her body for the feeling in a pipe   I won't complain      *Chorus*   Marijuana   I think I need a hit   I take a trip, a sip of bomb   Come along   It's just an herb   Mind's eye opened wide   Come inside   No need to hide      It's just a   Crowded room full of people having tripped out conversations   No one's up to getting over the edge   That last hit dropped the eggs from my basket   Now I'm asking   "Dude, let's let's go outside real quick"   "Man, what's wrong with you, man?"   "Man let's just go outside real quick. Fuck it. I'm fucked up, dude."   "Aight. Aight" [Paranoid. Paranoid] [Go outside real quick. Go   outside real quick.]   "Let's go smoke."      Paranoid, pacing outside, waiting for a cigarette to bring down my high   Beware, boy, the one drunk punk   Hey I can ??? with endurance, when he talks he doesn't give a fuck   Swing low, I crouch down below   Should have left the last hit to the homie with the tolerance   Mary Jane's the bitch they pitch when slangin' bags for back support   Barely sane I hand them twenty, that'll be plenty   Relax and sport that sack in the back   When the show's in progress my heart's pressed against my chest   And the mic's in hand I bite my bottom lip and watch them trip   I'm ripped!   What're they sayin'?   Pass the blunt to the left-hand side. Pass the blunt to the   left-hand side. Pass the blunt to the left-hand side.   Roll it in the ??? Roll it in the ??? Roll it in the ??? Blow it out   the ???       Open mind, open lungs, open eyes, open hands   To hold the bowl, hold for the urn   Turn to ashes and urn   Earn your keep, or Mary won't have nowhere to sleep   There's something about Mary I can't seem to keep   Stick to the beats of the midnight hours   Smokin' a bowl before I go   In slo-mo creepin' around the bend   Not a snake in the grass so I fiend for green   Call me a fan with a hand on the pipe   Who like the smell, what the hell   Like's the felling, what you dealin'?   Marijuana      *Chorus*      It's just the chronic   Marijuana   Smoke some green