It's Friday mornin', where the weed at?    Let me dip into my pocket for my fat weeds    Cuz' I wanna get high, like a plane, in the sky    With the endo cloud in ma brain    Where da fuck are my zig zags and my lighter    So I can roll it and set on fire    Damn, I wish I had scissors    Cuz' this shit is so sticky that it's gettin' on my fuckin' fingers    But it's smokeable, double tokeable    I got the one hit that's with tha bombay shit that's tokeable    I wanna do a joint venture    Lemmie make sure there ain't no lump in the goddamn center    Impregnated, lookin' joint, fuck it    I can smoke it and I still get faded       Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up    Inhale, exhale (4x)       East coast hittin' that blunt    West coast hittin' that honey dip    Mighty wanna joint, and I want another hit    Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up    I wanna stimulate ma mind, so I toke it up    Can I get a hit? Can I get a woooo.    Gimmie that fat bag a' weed in da room    So I can get faded, elavated    Smoke a joint down to a roach, then I ate it    I stand two to the guess guy    (off by) as I keep runnin from the chota    Gimmie that weed fool, and your zigs zags   Too tall, don't be holdin' out on the big bag       Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up    Inhale, exhale (4x)