Pretty green bud all in my blood
Oh I need it
We can take off now
Oh marijuana, yeah

Pretty green bud all in my blood
Oh I need it
We can take off now
Oh I know you wanna, smoke

I be on it all day
Like my nigga big boy said
That's the only thing that keep me level
Up in my crazy head
Stoned on the run, run
No fun, if not
It's Scottie from the hate mail read
Man I swear to keep it one hundred
If I ain't have it I'd be dead
My soul's been fed tonight
Everything that I choose
Still can't forget grey goose
Converse covered with mixer juice
And all my niggass rollin up in the booth
Say who got me on another one
Someone please roll me another one
They tell me all good things must end
But those mother fuckers ain't have this friend
I keep it

Pretty green bud all in my blood
Oh I need it
We can take off now
Oh marijuana, yeah

Pretty green bud all in my blood
Oh I need it
We can take off now
Oh I know you wanna, smoke