[Verse 1: Redman]
Yo I'm smokin' herbals til it hurts you
I keep your daughter way out past her curfew
Hard, far from commercial (So whatchu mean nigga)
We don't give a fuck when we smoked out
In the land that's doped out
(It's like that?) No doubt
From this bomb weed, I copped from the streets
Get you open like buttcheeks from girls who be freaks
Ayo can I be SWV (You the one nigga)
Rap Shogun, yes, E the one, word
[Chorus]
You ready to start this shit off? (Whatever, man)
You ready to get this cheddar? (Whatever, man)
You ready to roll this weed up? (Whatever, man)
You ready to start this shit off? (Whatever, man)
[Verse 2: Redman]
Yo I'm rolling with a forty pack of niggas
Get my weed from Branson cause his sack's bigger
Yo give me dap, nigga
What I clap lyrically tap call back
Ferocious, causing comatoses to collapse
So chinky eyed, I see people waving on a map
I make it hotter than your thermostats
Bomb MCs with rough megahertz so call me
Funk Doctor verbal starburst, lyrical expert
Your boombox better form a union
Cause I leave your circuits overworked, word bond
Niggas front like they want it
But I be in the five hundred with E steadily gettin' blunted
Damn nigga, you cool at what you spittin'
So why you holding the blunt so long, politickin'
I ace them blunts with the technician of electrician
I don't got a pot to piss in but still spend my last on hydro glycerin
I keep it live, no jive, rolling dutches
That's Masters like the Furious Five
I keep your crew chinky eyed, for bitches actin' dog
(Can you hit it from the back?)
Why not? While we toke on this
[Chorus]
You ready to roll this weed up? (Whatever, man)
You ready to knock this nigga out? (Whatever, man)
You ready to get this cheddar? (Whatever, man)
You ready to start this shit off? (Whatever, man)
You ready to roll this weed up? (Whatever, man)
You ready to knock this nigga out? (Whatever, man)
You ready to get this cheddar? (Whatever, man)
You ready to start this shit off? (Whatever, man)
[Verse 3: Redman]
I smoked with a lot of college students
Most of em wasn't graduating and they knew it
You know the weed slang? Yeah, boy, I speak it fluent
I light your college dorm with my entourage from Newark
Bigger they come, harder they fall
That goes for knuckleheads, MCs, pussy walls and all
I lit my first L before I started to crawl
I got my ass whooped when I had my first brawl
But things changed since I was twelve years old
I specialize in wreckin' mics and area codes now
PPP the kinda niggas that'll bug with ya
Smoke bud with ya, later on stick a slug in ya
Everything that's light green ain't the bomb, bitch
I got different forms to make you lose your calm, bitch
Read my lips, you ain't hittin' unless you got
Ten on it, get on it, or get the fuck out my cypher
[Chorus]
You ready to roll this weed up? (Whatever, man)
You ready to rob this nigga? (Whatever, man)
You ready to fuck, bitch? (Whatever, man)
You ready to guzzle this liquor? (Whatever, man)
You ready to roll this weed up? (Whatever, man)
You ready to rob this nigga? (Whatever, man)
You ready to fuck, bitch? (Whatever, man)
You ready to guzzle this liquor? (Whatever, man)
You ready to roll this weed up? (Whatever, man)
You ready to rob this nigga? (Whatever, man)
You ready to fuck, bitch? (Whatever, man)
You ready to guzzle this liquor? (Whatever, man)
You ready to roll this weed up? (Whatever, man)
You ready to rob this nigga? (Whatever, man)
You ready to fuck, bitch? (Whatever, man)
You ready to guzzle this liquor? (Whatever, man)