High Rollers

[Intro]

Loaded, dazed, confused

[Verse 1: B-Real]

I'm in the Esco' rollin' the kush weed

You know that I'm never ever blazin' the Bush weed

You know you're on cloud nine fuckin' with me duke

Be sure that I'm the kush man waitin' to see Proof

Some say I'm high on life and I don't need ya herbs

I'm gettin' high every time that you speak the words

Well I'm glad that means more for me son

I hit the bong so hard they call me three-lungs

They say that I'm the buddha master, "Rock Superstar"

You know the homie with the weed laced candy bar

Now I'm blazin it non-stop, you feelin' me fam?

You see, everywhere I go it's like Amsterdam

We blow the smoke in the air now you smellin' my strain

It's the O.G. kush just clouded your brain

See I'm ready for 4:20, mo' honeys get dough for me

All of them Mary, it's scary, they get you most stony

[Chorus: B-Real, Method Man, & Proof]

Hittin' the blunts and bongs

Puffin' those trees and leaves