Yeah, what up, my boy, Mr. One, bitch
Southside Smoke, yeah, R2, motherfuckin'
Yeah, *** that Yaskado, yeah, let's get high, bitch
Let me show you what's crackin', I'ma feed that weed, dog
Straight up, my boy, give me some blunts, give me that weed bomb
Yeah, you're my bro, Bruce, too, dog, that's right
Need a lot, let's get high, bitch
I'm smokin' on my own, I got the dope, yeah
I'm smokin' so much weed, want my dogs on the scene
Southside to smoke out, little bitch, what you mean?
It's R2, gonna keep droppin' hits while I rope
The chronic in my blunts, it gets sick
Mr. One, little homie, a troop known thug
Comin' out the I.E. straight, slingin' drugs
On these blocks that I call my home
Riverside, Cali's mines, * yeah, I'll buy a zone
No street, no street, no street, no street

Just need it, cause I only smoke the bomb
Different types of herb, hell yeah, now it's on
What you wanna do? I'm representin' like a pest
Smokin' so much, yes, got goddamn Mr. Trish
But that's what I do, to keep my mood straight
Cause if you * up my high, you'll get popped in your face
With my .38 Special, I'm livin' really high
Mr. One smokin' till the day that I die, what?
We get high with the high-powered crew
Come raise up, we're reviving you
We raise up
Southside, smokeout, yeah, part two
We get high
Dickie, sack, smokin', berries, that's blue
The first blood's finished and it's time for the next
So *, I'm at a weed, time to call my connects
Capone hit me up with some bomb-ass *
When I die, when I quit, so stop, hey, and bitch
I love smokin' weed every hour on the hour
Like MTV, fuckin' all plays in the shower
See me on the street rollin' up a lot of joints
I'm on the track for one thing, that's to prove a big point
I love smokin' chronic, I'm on the track for one thing
I'm addicted, I'm a fiend, if I have the money
All straight jackets, that clean
Mr. One's real serious when it comes to that bomb
We's my inspiration for reachin' every song
Cause it keeps me goin' on, it feels really right
Fuckin' and sleepin' straight blazin' through the night
Like an assassin, better yet a swift killer
Cryin' to keep me goin' like a bishop for my script
We get high with the high-powered crew
We get high
Come raise up, we're reviving you
We raise up
Southside, smokeout, yeah, part two

Sticky, sad, smokin' berries, that's blue
I'ma smoke all my chronic down to the last pitch
Weed is like my money, homeboy, I'm filthy rich
Trumbled out, like my dog, little sick
Haven't laid some on the chronic, those times were the *
Gettin' high, in the nabby, smokin' blunts
Watchin' out for one-time, trick-ass punks
*, they straight pull me over, undercover in the Rover
Don't even stop, cause if I do, then it's over
I got three pounds, lame in the back
If I get caught up, then I'm out of here




I'm gonna get cracked, but I'ma ride a bitch
I'ma blaze, if I have to
That's like slick gangsta, straight comin' at you
Mister with my name, smokin' weed is my game
* Buchanan, speed dog, it's not my thing
I'ma straight, live my grain, Mary Jane, that's for real
Sing off-stone, on top of the hill
We get high with the high-powered crew
We get high
Come raise up, we're reviving you
We raise up
Southside, smokeout, yeah, part two
We get high
Sticky ***, smokin' berries, that's blue