High Off That Weed

(I'm high off that weed...)

[Chorus]

When you're smokin' on some 8

Fool, it ain't no joke

Take a shot of Rene Martin

Then pass the dope

We gon' ball 'til we fall

Get drunk and choke

Breathe up on that green

Meet me back at the store

When you're smokin' on some 8

Fool, it ain't no joke

Take a shot of Rene Martin

Then pass the dope

We gon' ball 'til we fall

Get drunk and choke

Breathe up on that green

Meet me back at the store

[Verse 1: Gangsta Boo]

I'm watchin' this track like a tornado

When I'm full of that green

It gotta be some head banger

Do you know what I mean?

I'm on the scene, feelin' slow

I just smoked and ODed

It's all good, I'm havin' fun

With my niggas and me

The Z3 accompanied by a driver named Boo

I'm high, I smoked a lot

I'm gonna blaze 'til I'm through

Can you hang with us baby?

We get high off several, things that make you say

"Damn, I'm scared to get on their level"

We be clubbin', always knock the heavy spots when we late

We heavy drinkin' on some Mo'

We party-hardy all day

So what you say, you in on it?

To pass it around

Lights, camera, action

Candid Camera now

Just a joke to provoke you to get high

To each, it's on, a partier 'til I die

Nineteen ninety fuckin' nine

Oops, the party is over

Overflow, battin' at 2 ? black Range Rovers, yeah

(I'm high off that weed...)

[Chorus]

When you're smokin' on some 8

Fool, it ain't no joke

Take a shot of Rene Martin

Then pass the dope

We gon' ball 'til we fall

Get drunk and choke

Breathe up on that green

Meet me back at the store

When you're smokin' on some 8

Fool, it ain't no joke

Take a shot of Rene Martin

Then pass the dope

We gon' ball 'til we fall

Get drunk and choke

Breathe up on that green

Meet me back at the store

[Verse 2: Gangsta Boo]

I'm hittin' the park, high as fucked

Just-a keepin' it real

So if you feel the way I feel

Then ya ass know the deal

I get some chronic, killa fragrance

So my ride'll smell good

All you niggas in the hood know that shit do some good

Good enough to knock the odor out some weed that's some fire

Weed be taped around my waist

I fly the friendly skies

To get 'bout it 'bout my business

'Cause I got shit to do

So do enough to get me through

The world of thug Gangsta Boo

I got the mask to my fuckin' face

I'm fiendin' to increase my high

Eyeballs just like red as hell, these bitches better recognize

Gangsta Boo, the scandalous bitch that do not take no shit

Smoked out, loced out

Playas all around, but known as Triple 6

Million blunts up in my mind

Yeah my niggas cap at times

Smoked up all the blunts

And now I'm high, I'm on cloud 9

Dumb trick up into my clique

You'll get your fuckin' body bust

Bitches bodies chopped up

Mixed with guts and shit, off in my trunk

(I'm high off that weed...)

[Chorus]

When you're smokin' on some 8

Fool, it ain't no joke

Take a shot of Rene Martin

Then pass the dope

We gon' ball 'til we fall

Get drunk and choke

Breathe up on that green

Meet me back at the store

When you're smokin' on some 8

Fool, it ain't no joke

Take a shot of Rene Martin

Then pass the dope

We gon' ball 'til we fall

Get drunk and choke

Breathe up on that green

Meet me back at the store