Roll it up then, confrontation
  Smoke it up then, heal the nation
  Roll it up then, burn the ganja
  I need to pass the roach because its burning my hand
    Let me take you on a trip, deep where I venture
  With the P-Town ballers in the city of Placentia
  What we gonna do? Fool I though you knew
  We're gonna fishbowl this bitch and roll the avenue
  Man I'm barkin, park so we can get this sparked and
  We'll score a fat sack and there wont be no more then
  We'll make a right turn, the shef'll burn
  Break out the two-four and put the bowl on turn
  We need to hurry up because my high's straight escapin
  We need a sixty roll because this bowl I'm sick of scrapin
  We're gettin low on herb, I found a twenty on the curb
  I got about a fifty, so Loc what's the word?
  Its some herb, we bout to blaze it (that's what I'm sayin),
  We'll score a fat sack and smoke till we're hazin
  Never perpetrate me because we just got lifted
  Saint call some freaks ,why me, cuz you're gifted
    Roll it up then, confrontation
  Smoke it up then, heal the nation
  Roll it up then, burn the ganja
  I need to pass the roach because its burning my hand
    Saint we got low cuz we smoked all our dough
  That shit was straight legit when I hit it I almost choked
  Man he broke, and too bad we aint no joke
  Two hits and pass that, man I want another roach
  The sad oversoked man I want some mo
  That shit got me tipsy I almost fell out the door
  Let me say times cuz that sucker livin'
  Shake in my somthin that fools start trippin
  What's a man to do when the avenues of life comes crashin down?
  It makes me think twice, with the j out your hand
  You aint nothin but a rookie
  Tryin to drop science but your mind is playin hooky
  Pay attention Loc, I only speak the truth
  Sing along with the song sendin out to the youth:
  Roll a man a joint and he'll smoke for a night
  Teach him how to roll and he'll smoke for life
  Roll a man a joint and he'll smoke for a night
  Teach him how to roll and he'll smoke for life
    Roll it up then, confrontation
  Smoke it up then, heal the nation
  Roll it up then, burn the ganja
  I need to pass the roach because its burning my hand
    Man I'm gettin stressed, I need to hit the cess
  I need to get some herb so I can calm my nerves
  Lets get some sinsemilla, its twenty a quarter
  Naw lets get some kind bud its willin to float ya
  Now check it out I get a twenty from my girl
  I get a quarter bag of the ? shwag that makes you hurl
  Look what I got I just got my double chamber
  We smoke it with a double, its clipped, prepare for danger
  And if a stranger wants to get a taste of it
  He can take a hit and trip and pay me for my rip
  I try to have two sacks in case one gets lonely
  There's a sign on my door that says bud smokers only
  Bud smokers only, bud smokers only
  There's a sign on my door that says bud smokers only
    Man I'm gettin hungry we need to get some food
  Man I need some chronic to get me in the mood
  Well hold up, my pager is blowin up
  Yeah that's X-Daddy, looks like we'll be rollin up
    Roll it up then
  Smoke it up then
  Roll it up then