Roll it up then, confrontation  Smoke it up then, heal the nation  Roll it up then, burn the ganja  I need to pass the roach because its burning my hand    Let me take you on a trip, deep where I venture  With the P-Town ballers in the city of Placentia  What we gonna do? Fool I though you knew  We're gonna fishbowl this bitch and roll the avenue  Man I'm barkin, park so we can get this sparked and  We'll score a fat sack and there wont be no more then  We'll make a right turn, the shef'll burn  Break out the two-four and put the bowl on turn  We need to hurry up because my high's straight escapin  We need a sixty roll because this bowl I'm sick of scrapin  We're gettin low on herb, I found a twenty on the curb  I got about a fifty, so Loc what's the word?  Its some herb, we bout to blaze it (that's what I'm sayin),  We'll score a fat sack and smoke till we're hazin  Never perpetrate me because we just got lifted  Saint call some freaks ,why me, cuz you're gifted    Roll it up then, confrontation  Smoke it up then, heal the nation  Roll it up then, burn the ganja  I need to pass the roach because its burning my hand    Saint we got low cuz we smoked all our dough  That shit was straight legit when I hit it I almost choked  Man he broke, and too bad we aint no joke  Two hits and pass that, man I want another roach  The sad oversoked man I want some mo  That shit got me tipsy I almost fell out the door  Let me say times cuz that sucker livin'  Shake in my somthin that fools start trippin  What's a man to do when the avenues of life comes crashin down?  It makes me think twice, with the j out your hand  You aint nothin but a rookie  Tryin to drop science but your mind is playin hooky  Pay attention Loc, I only speak the truth  Sing along with the song sendin out to the youth:  Roll a man a joint and he'll smoke for a night  Teach him how to roll and he'll smoke for life  Roll a man a joint and he'll smoke for a night  Teach him how to roll and he'll smoke for life    Roll it up then, confrontation  Smoke it up then, heal the nation  Roll it up then, burn the ganja  I need to pass the roach because its burning my hand    Man I'm gettin stressed, I need to hit the cess  I need to get some herb so I can calm my nerves  Lets get some sinsemilla, its twenty a quarter  Naw lets get some kind bud its willin to float ya  Now check it out I get a twenty from my girl  I get a quarter bag of the ? shwag that makes you hurl  Look what I got I just got my double chamber  We smoke it with a double, its clipped, prepare for danger  And if a stranger wants to get a taste of it  He can take a hit and trip and pay me for my rip  I try to have two sacks in case one gets lonely  There's a sign on my door that says bud smokers only  Bud smokers only, bud smokers only  There's a sign on my door that says bud smokers only    Man I'm gettin hungry we need to get some food  Man I need some chronic to get me in the mood  Well hold up, my pager is blowin up  Yeah that's X-Daddy, looks like we'll be rollin up    Roll it up then  Smoke it up then  Roll it up then