We finna smoke like it ain't no tomorrow

I grab a Swisher Sweet and use my fingernail to cut it
Gut it, then I dump the droppin' out then stuff it full of coffee
And if you don't know by now coffee is kilo
In other words weed a fat dime is a pillar

Now the buds on the stems are like trees in an orchid
Anybody in the room who don't smoke weed is gettin' torch lit
By the smoke *****s, choke *****s, cough and they fart
Need to quit it but they still tryin' to hit it too hard
It's the

Sticky green, frosty leaves
Oh so sweet, I love to blow it
Sticky green, frosty leaves
Oh so sweet, I love to blow it

It seems to be a misunderstanding about the cheeba
I see sign stating, 'Cannabis will lead to'
But I need a big fat jilla to get me lit
I prefer to smoke the zigzags 'cause Phillys ain't ****

And I done laced it up with the Bombay formaldehyde
Anything with you can mix with the spinach I done tried
I done damn near died till I realized straight dutches
If you see me blowin' out smoke you can bet it's the

Sticky green, frosty leaves
Oh so sweet, I love to blow it

Man goin' on, I don't see nothin' wrong with a little reefer
You got the weed I got the drank ***** just tell me where to meet you
I'm high you high let's try to get higher
Here use my lighter set the *** on fire

We blowin' like a choir everybody's in line
Hoping they can get they fingers on it one more time
Because there's nothing but a party over here that's how we do it
Live music, plenty *****es, cold beer and oh yeah some

Sticky green, frosty leaves
Oh so sweet, I love to blow it