Yeah, what up, my boy, Mr. One, bitchSouthside Smoke, yeah, R2, motherfuckin'Yeah, *** that Yaskado, yeah, let's get high, bitchLet me show you what's crackin', I'ma feed that weed, dogStraight up, my boy, give me some blunts, give me that weed bombYeah, you're my bro, Bruce, too, dog, that's rightNeed a lot, let's get high, bitchI'm smokin' on my own, I got the dope, yeahI'm smokin' so much weed, want my dogs on the sceneSouthside to smoke out, little bitch, what you mean?It's R2, gonna keep droppin' hits while I ropeThe chronic in my blunts, it gets sickMr. One, little homie, a troop known thugComin' out the I.E. straight, slingin' drugsOn these blocks that I call my homeRiverside, Cali's mines, * yeah, I'll buy a zoneNo street, no street, no street, no streetJust need it, cause I only smoke the bombDifferent types of herb, hell yeah, now it's onWhat you wanna do? I'm representin' like a pestSmokin' so much, yes, got goddamn Mr. TrishBut that's what I do, to keep my mood straightCause if you * up my high, you'll get popped in your faceWith my .38 Special, I'm livin' really highMr. One smokin' till the day that I die, what?We get high with the high-powered crewCome raise up, we're reviving youWe raise upSouthside, smokeout, yeah, part twoWe get highDickie, sack, smokin', berries, that's blueThe first blood's finished and it's time for the nextSo *, I'm at a weed, time to call my connectsCapone hit me up with some bomb-ass *When I die, when I quit, so stop, hey, and bitchI love smokin' weed every hour on the hourLike MTV, fuckin' all plays in the showerSee me on the street rollin' up a lot of jointsI'm on the track for one thing, that's to prove a big pointI love smokin' chronic, I'm on the track for one thingI'm addicted, I'm a fiend, if I have the moneyAll straight jackets, that cleanMr. One's real serious when it comes to that bombWe's my inspiration for reachin' every songCause it keeps me goin' on, it feels really rightFuckin' and sleepin' straight blazin' through the nightLike an assassin, better yet a swift killerCryin' to keep me goin' like a bishop for my scriptWe get high with the high-powered crewWe get highCome raise up, we're reviving youWe raise upSouthside, smokeout, yeah, part twoSticky, sad, smokin' berries, that's blueI'ma smoke all my chronic down to the last pitchWeed is like my money, homeboy, I'm filthy richTrumbled out, like my dog, little sickHaven't laid some on the chronic, those times were the *Gettin' high, in the nabby, smokin' bluntsWatchin' out for one-time, trick-ass punks*, they straight pull me over, undercover in the RoverDon't even stop, cause if I do, then it's overI got three pounds, lame in the backIf I get caught up, then I'm out of hereI'm gonna get cracked, but I'ma ride a bitchI'ma blaze, if I have toThat's like slick gangsta, straight comin' at youMister with my name, smokin' weed is my game* Buchanan, speed dog, it's not my thingI'ma straight, live my grain, Mary Jane, that's for realSing off-stone, on top of the hillWe get high with the high-powered crewWe get highCome raise up, we're reviving youWe raise upSouthside, smokeout, yeah, part twoWe get highSticky ***, smokin' berries, that's blue