High School

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]

Big Mac, big sack, like this, like that

Big man on campus, I'll be right back

Like Mike, like Mac, my life, my bike

Menace, mo' bid'ness, in the beginnin a po' student

But ended up bein a chemist

24/7, Devin my nigga committed

Classmates, ended up as my road dawg

I showed him how to live, how to ball 'til we fall

Harder it is, make you much smarter dawg

Follow instructions, changed up the dialogue

Manifest no stress, life is a big test

Will you fail? Or will you pass? Smoke grass, trim trees

Tryin to find some air to breathe

Miss her, please baby baby please

Diplomas, gowns, caps and degrees

These are necessities in life you need so I'ma get it

Focus, committed

15 years later, but yeah a nigga finally did it

Uh, now who's to say in life there's ups no downs?

And when you get up, you gotta get down

Uh, and when you get up, look around

And don't frown on the ones that's down - just give 'em a hand

It's like mixin fixin up pots and pans

Listen up, I'm poppin like rockin a band

No plan, all from the heart to the hand

We gon' roll it, smoke it and do it again

I'm the apprentice, back on my pimp shit

Roll it, puff it, now give it to him

Uh, physical fitness, smokin relentless

Nouns and pronouns, they make up my sentence

High school days, uh

Blowin on the purple haze, uh

High school days, uh

Blowin on the purple haze, uh (where you at Devin?)

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]

And you know everywhere that we go

If it's Dev or it's Mac then we blowin by the O

Uhh, niggas know me for rollin the O-Z

Or somewhere low-key twistin a whole bush

And if I got it then you can get it, it's on us

Smoke so much pot that they'll probably give me my own kush

We blow about a zone, break it down blow it out a bone

Come to my crib I'll show you how to roll, bro

And my pocket's lookin kinda swole

Me and Mac smokin grade A, honor roll

Now all of the teachers on us

They gon' have contact cause I keep the bombest

Car automatic, don't need a key to start it

Know it's us just because of the weed aroma

Lookin for me nigga I'm in the tree department

With a doobie rolled up in the secret compartment

Tryin to finish up this speech and get my diploma

So I can get a crib where my OG can harvest and my niggas can ball

I'm talkin so much weed that the shit on the walls

If it start growin in the spring it gets picked in the fall

I'm used to goin to every class but I'm missin them all

Fuckin with Mac smokin spliffs in the halls singin this song

Like, niggas know me (know me)

Blowin on the OG (OG)

Niggas know me (know me)

Blowin on the OG (OG)

[Outro]

Niggas know me, hahaha

High school nigga

Dev and Mac, Mac and Dev

Put it in a zag

Put it in a blunt

Do what you want, uhh