Now this some baaad weeed...       [B'Real:]    The very first time I hit the weed I was young    Coughin up a lung, high strung, back in '81    Goin to school, hittin the buddah behind the bleachers    Comin to class high, sellin the lye to the teachers    Nickel bag, nickel bag, dime to a nickel    Sellin joints to the honeys suck it like an icicle    Others wanted the 40 but I wanted the weed    While everybody was runnin out, I was plantin my seeds    Homegrown, backyard boogie, I'm still stoned    Got my weed plants taller than your telephone's corner    I can remember when I could only get sess in those days    Now I'm rockin that chocolate thai, skunk and the haze    Roll a fat one, pass it to the left don't front    But I hate it when they don't take the seeds out the blunt    A bunch of blunt-rollers are like rookies on the field    Spillin the weed plant fuckin dookies with no skill    I should write a book, how to roll it then pass it    Light it, grow it, sell it and then divide it    Mr. Greenthumb, Dr. Weed, I proceed to give the herb man what they need    True indeed, blow your fuckin smoke up in the sky    And get high with your bong or your philly or dutchess give me a light       [Chorus:]    Grab the weed up, pack it in, put it in the pipe    Light it up, smoke a bowl, we puffin the lye right    Put your finger on the hole and hold it in brother    Take a puff, that's enough, and pass it to another       Get the weed sack, smoke it up, til it's all gone    No roaches up in the ashtray, smoke up all the bomb    I usta spend money but now I'm growin the crops    But I hate it when the pigs throw a raid on the spot    It was once said I smoke so much weed, by a brother    That I look like the nigga on the zig-zag cover    Maybe I usta look like that way back when    When my nigga Sen Dog was around sippin on the Hen    Let the fly rhymes smother you with the scent of the skunk    We got the High Times cover shows you how to roll a blunt    Quarter pound, quarter pound, pound to a quarter    Makin trips to Mexico runnin down to the border    Long hairs, bald heads, dreads and punk rocks    Kids of all colors be puffin it down the block    I got the weed on lock with all the hydro methods    Call me Puffy cause I makin and takin a hit record    Blow your fuckin smoke up in the sky and get high    With the bong, philly or dutchess, give me the light