[Chorus x2]nSmokin' that weed, feelin' finenGot me a 40 and a fat-ass dimenn[Devin]nFuck a blunt, just roll a nice fat squarenPut some fire to the end and put that bitch in the airnHell, I'm glad I got my weed, it damn near took me a hournI was creepin' down Belfort, a fuckin train on McCowernGot a 40 oz from Atco right across from ChateaunWent up the street a little piece and purchased me a fat hoenHit 610, steady checkin' my weednSeparatin' the buds from the stems and seedsnI got that shit to get you higher than a rocketnBitch, I got a sack, put that nick' back in your pocketnAnd sample some of this, inhale it up through your nosenTake another good pull and watch your lungs exploden( *inhales * ...that ain't no punk)nBitch, I mix my shit together, hoe, that's Red House skunknPut that Odd Squad tape in the deck while I'm boomin' itnNosy neighbors lookin' but, bitch, all I'm doin isnn[Chorus x2]nn[Jugg Mugg]nOh yeah, we're smokin at the weed and always feelin finenWe like to drink the brew and plus the Boon's Farm winenBut speakin of herb, nigga, let's get us another sacknLet's get a fat dime, man, we go half on the zig-zagsnI love the cheeba and I might just be an addictnI'm rollin through the hood causin all the fuckin' staticnA tight-eyed hoodlum, that's what your parents call menA victim of a bastard child, my mother spoiled menMuthafuckas say: you shouldn't do drugsnBut weed is not a drug, it massages my Jugg MuggnBesides, the shit it really does me no harmnIt's better than me havin' needle marks in my armsnSo I'ma keep puffin' and slurpin' on a brewnAnd if you don't like what I'm sayinnI roll you up and smoke younAnd get so high, so high that I can reach up to the ceilingnAnd then I'm in the mood for some of that sexual healin'nBut just remember, it's really not what you donIt's how you do itnCause y'all can smoke the mo'snBut all these niggas here doin' is justnn[Chorus x2]nn[Devin]nYeah bitch, I smoke but hoe, I don't geeknTwo tight fat dimes usually last me a weeknYou got these fiends smokin cracknWith they head goin in circlesnBut I'ma smoke my weed until my lips turn purplenI take a square to work, I guess that's why I'm always latenCouple of hits, that's all I take, save it for my breaknAnd after that I clock out, I go home, I get highnSmoke my weed and drink my brew so that my mouth don't get drynI get blowed, bitch, I'm not afraid to admitnOff that weed, yes indeednBetter believe I keeps the good shit