Krayzie
Take me, higher, higher baby. Can you feel it, feel it, feel
it, feel it? Do you feel the same weed high that I do? Cause
I’m so high. (Reefer makes you feel that way) And I’m
feelin' so right. Roll more, let’s smoke, I’ve got to get
high. Yeah…I’ve been high since the last song off that La-la-
la-la-la-la. And I’ve just been smokin’ and smokin’. Smoke
another blunt, roll another up, you know the weed can really
ease your mind. Every time I smoke good reefer, that Indo high
makes me fly. If everybody smoked the blunt, relieve the mind,
the world could be a better place. If everybody took a break
and we all just got wasted. Stay, smoke float out-out-out,
smoked out-out-out, choked out-out-out, pull another out-out-
out. Oooh ah! Let’s get P.O.D.’ed, (P.O.D.’ed) P.O.D’ded—
d’ded, P.O.D.’ded—d’ded.
Bizzy
The weed can get no better, no better baby.
Twenty dollar hollers all day every day. Come around my way,
we gon' want to stay. Weed makes me hungry, happy, and all I
can say: “Sure I need some more.” Don’t make me wait, stay
awake, fake sleep, got the weed between the sheets, catch me.
Mary Jane, bless me. Open up the dime, stimulate your mind.
Slide my thumb up the blunt. Open up and what you'll find in
there—you don’t really want. I've never been in “High
Times”, never been in “High Times”, I never been in “High
Times.” But could you tell that I’ve been so high all my
life. (am I high enough, am I high enough?) Been so high all
my life. (am I high enough?)
Wish
I remember being a little thug. Weed—really didn’t know what
it was. Then I took a puff and I realized I should always stay
high (high). The weed, the weed makes me feel all right (all
right). If you feel like I feel, I got half on your dime. If
you got weed smoke it. I’m a real weed-smoker. If it’s mine
then I would. Since it’s yours you could, you should. If I
ain’t there when you blaze the blunt nigga, huh, please think
of me. Cause you know a nigga love to get high, high, high and
free. Smokin’ all night, feelin' all right, Bone Thugs get
high, so high, high, high, all night, high, high, so high.
Flesh
Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my-my-my-my, I know you wonder why I
do it. Love the sky, and I soar up so high. This morning I was
on my bed, bangin' and ringin' inside my head. I wanted to
make love to you baby, but last night I got P.O.D.’d instead.
So please don’t go away, and all I got to say is I gotta have
you Mary Jane. Such Heavenly feelin’ I get when I’m takin'
fat-ass blunts to the brain. Oh darlin' I’m going insane. And
I wish we really can kick it at home in America like it was on
in Amsterdam. You heard enough, you heard that I’m nothin'
but a realler thug nigga none less than a killer. I might if
I’m making my scrilla. And I happen to know when it's live as
the Bone that kick it as strong as me, be rippin’ the bong
like me, can hit it as long as me.
Layzie
And when I need to free my mind I can find satisfaction in a
bag of weed. Everything I need, leave it to the trees, it can
make me feel better. And every day I wake, nigga rollin' up
blunts and mo blunts and mo blunts. And I keep a case of
Swisher Sweets in the trunk (drop box) so when I’m rollin'.
Smokin’ 'n chokin’, just floatin’ through the city in the
drop-top, glock cocked, rollin', just rollin'. Me and Mary
Jane, that's my world, that’s my thing. The way she penetrate
my brain. Buddah done blessed me with game—good game. You
want to chop it up, we can kick it smoke a phatty to the dome.
Nigga Lay high, thugged-out, smokin' all night long.
Bizzy
The weed can get no better, no better baby. The weed can get
no better, (Let's smoke, I've got to get high!) no better
baby. The weed can get no better, no better baby. (Let's
smoke, I've got to get high!)