What?High power smokeout part twoI thought you knewI thought you motherfuckers knewHaha, yeahReal writers from the guys like SouthsideMr. motherfucking criminal homieYeah, yeahYou know what?All my smokersSpark that motherfucking weed upCome with meLet's smoke on them treesThem prime niggas sacks with no C'sCome with meLet's smoke on this weedTill the day I dieI'll be puffin' on that chocolate tieCome with meLet's smoke on this weedI got them pounds, what you need?Come with meLet's toke up this greenThat's the way we get highEveryday and all nightYou look up in the skyIt's a bird, it's a planeNo, it's Mr. CriminalFading off that sticky Mary JaneAnd I'm oh so highAnd I don't wanna come downAnd that's a daily routineSmoking up on that sticky greenCause I'm a cannabis fiendAll the mighty wild n' sweeties and stonersKnow what I meanCause it's that light greenTwo crystals of THCThat got my eyes so lowWith red that criminal can barely seeWithout the smokingTalking dailyLuck has it provokingCoughing, chokingBarely focusedStuck in what feels like hypnosisAbracadabraSmokin', smokin'Damn, that's chronic and so potentWhen I walk, I feel I'm floatin'When I ride, I feel I'm cosin'Watch these drugs turn into roastStuff balls turn into ashI'm a hogWatch me buck, puff, puffIt never passFace masks, dick lightsAll made of crushed glassBig fat Cuban plusAll the way to thick sacksWhat?Come with meLet's smoke on them treesThem prime niggas sacks with no C'sCome with meLet's smoke on this weedTill the day I dieI'll be puffin' on that chocolate tieCome with meLet's smoke on this weedI got them pounds, what you need?Come with meLet's toke up this greenThat's the way we get highEvery day it all diesGot me restin' stains on my brainAnd ever since I was a kidI been smokin'And ain't * gonna changeEven my probation officersCan get me to stopI might have failed on my testBut I smoked on my vibeEven cops, when they stop meNever fight my statsAs soon as the bus comesJust let me passIt's criminal lighting up halfOnly smokin' on the chronicTill the * is just trashedI remember back in the daysI used to giggle and laughGet high with the homiesTalk * and backBut now we hot bossesLet it tinted out blackjackStudio and back at a pad labelThat's prime blackJust overflowin' with smokeAnd stainin' walls by the trackFat sacksKeep me relaxin' intactThank God this *'s illegalNo government taxAnd when I dieInject me with chronicThat's liquefiedSo I can hit the afterlifeWith an everlasting type highCome with meLet's smoke on this weedCome with meLet's smoke on this weedLet's smoke on them treesThem prionic sacks with no seedsCome with meLet's smoke on this weedTill the day I dieI'll be puffin' on that chocolate tieCome with meLet's smoke on this weedI got them pounds what you needCome with meLet's toke up this ringThat's the way we get highEveryday and all nightCome with meIf you wanna smoke on this bomb *And when I say this *It's bombin' meSomething to tie meGot me feelin' likeThe world is full of nonsenseIt's through this chronicI stay in touchWith inner conflictAnd when I say this *SometimesI thank the lord for the cloutYou made for me amazingThat this feeling startsJust from dirt in the seatSometimes I take too many hitsI feel that I cannot breatheEven the sick they smoke on weedTo help them fight the diseaseI've been all around the globeAnd smoking is all I knowJapan they call it hoppaJamaica they call it smokeEven when I'm back at homeAnd I'm traveling on the roadFrom Oregon to ArizonaI'm puffin' up on that droAll you do is smoke weed* don't tell meFool I knowWhen I keep blazin' on the grassUntil the moment that I goHigh powered smoke outNumeral those who you knowThe mighty wonderWhat's in the smokeThem motherfuckin' crimin PowerCome with meLet's smoke on them treesThem chronic sacks with no seedsCome with meLet's smoke on this weedTill the day I dieI'll be puffin' on that chocolate tireCome with me, let's smoke on this weed I got them pounds, what you need?Come with me, let's toke up this ring That's the way we get high, every day and all nightHop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop Mr. Motherfuckin' Criminal, smoke outI'm back in this bitch, organized crimeOrganized crimeThe marijuana with the click Mr. Criminal, do your motherfuckin' research, bitchHop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, smoke out