What up Bob? Spark it up.
Smokin some weed, gettin fucked up.
Puff, puff, give. Fix the run.
Pass it around and give some guns.
The geeba, the ganja, the mary jane.
Everybody hittin that shit, till they going insane.
Some funky, some danky, some sticky-ass trees.
Pimpin on bitches, with nappy-ass weaves.
The reefer, the chronic, the wickety-wack.
Every motherfucker, needs a big ass sack;
of weed, is what I need.
Roll a blunt, tryin to get fried,
I just smoked three,
and I'm not even high.
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