Roll it up then, no frontation 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 Now let me take you on a trip, deep where I venture With the P-Town ballers in the city of Placentia Tell em what were gonna do? Fool I though you knew We're gonna fishbowl this bitch and roll the avenue Man I'm bout to park it, so we can get to spark it We'll score a fat sack and there won't 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 It's superb, 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?), because you're gifted Roll it up then, no frontation 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 dope That shit was straight legit when I hit it I almost choked Man he broke, and too bad we ain't no joke Two hits and pass Saint, man I want another roll The sap oversoked man I want some mo That shit got me tipsy I almost fell out the door Well look at Saint's eyes is that sucker livin'? Shake him or 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 ain't 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, no frontation 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 sensemilla, 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 mc shwag that makes you hurl Look what I got I just got my double chamber We smoke it with the everlast clip, 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 grip 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 Aw yeah that's X-Daddy, looks like we'll be rollin' up Roll it up then Smoke it up then Roll it up then