Let's startWith me and the homies in the backseatI know it seems like a dreamBut you know what I meanIt's so amazingKeep me blazing every day in betweenCause every time Mary Jane is on my mindEvery day's a roll of JIt's okayCause I'd rather feel the hot and feeling numbIt's so dumb when you take a tokenChoke, this ain't no jokeWhen you smoking, I chronicI want it every dayWhen I smoke a JI wanna fly awayI get excitedWhen I lie, they get it cravingI confide in with the passion for passingAnd so I take another hitI'm in my own zone, stonedSo come and get highWith meCome and get highWith me and the homies in the backseatCome and get highRollin' blood, smoking chronic weedCome and get highWith me and the homies in the backseatTake a hit to the chest and don't lose restRoll to the vest and yesWe feelin' so blessedMind complex, slow reflexDon't really think of my mind as ***Take a hit, unwind and relaxKick it and blaze a sackPass it to the left, to the right and backDon't ask, cause I'm too hard to reactWon't blast, I'd rather beVoice of the flag than a tackI'm stoned in a ride in a wreckYou know me, I flow, when they thinkingAnd blowin' clouds, kicking backPoppin' a pill, feelin' the drillFeelin' the thrill, but it's so illGet much as an order of mealFeeling like I wanna be flyMouth is dry, ready to rideChecking my diceSo just come get highSo just come get highSo just come get highWith me and the homies in the backseatCome and get highRollin' blood, smoking chronic weedCome and get highWith me and the homies in the backseatOnce again, it's me, the crazy smoker, Puppet GRollin' a J every single fuckin' dayDub-dime sackin', endo-packin'Takin' a toke, holdin' a smokeAin't it ironic when you're smokin' the chronic?Once again, motherfuckers, I'm feelin' bionicI take to the sky when I smoke my weedDon't forget to separate the bud from the seedAin't nothin' wrong when hittin' the boneSmoke it all up like Cheech and ChongThat's right, come and smoke with me tonight, tonightCome and get highWith me and the homies in the backseatCome and get highRollin' guns, smokin' chronic weedCome and get highWith me and the homies in the backseatNow I'm just kickin' back, blazin' up another sackIt's a fact, when you take another hitYou will never wanna quitSo I'm gonna do it like thisI'm gonna twist the ends, place it upBy myself, on my ownI don't wanna go homeI wanna stay in this roomDrink, it feels so goodIt's just the way that I shouldBaby, you're the only way that I couldYou would've done it like I didEver since I was a kidI used to blazin' with my dogs after school24-7, I got the bestAnd so I gotta kick backRelax, * thatLet's blaze another sackCome and get highWith me and the homies in the backseatCome and get highRollin' guns, smokin' chronic weedCome and get highWith me and the homies in the backseatCome and get highRollin' guns, smokin' chronic weedCome and get highWith me and the homies in the backseatCome and get highRollin' guns, smokin' chronic weedCome and get highWith me and the homies in the backseatCome and get highRollin' guns, smokin' chronic weedThank you.