Yeah, you know, oh, oh, oh, ayy
Man, I advocate now, yeah, for the herb
Ah, you know I'll never retire
One puff, two puff, my lungs don't ever get tired
Got papers rollin' with me
So I just inflate the weed
And then proceed to tell the lad that he's fired
Now, in comes the aroma
Slowly, taking over
Sweeping over my soul, yeah
Ain't one question enough for us
It's a high grade, so puff, puff, puff
On the sideway, just don't you stop, man
That's the groove