[Double-K] Hold me a one and I'm blunted Each and every other hour On the bad vacant find I'm back to? *You niggas out there smokin that dope* Tell your mumma "shut up" And they crack its the herbalonics Some people call it the chronic I call it the best stress reliever, the mind pleaser Dakobe told me that its the best way to pull a skeezer out the Draws, no flaws when I begin to roll up *Hey, whats up big man, can I hit that?* Dude, Hold up We'll talk about it right after I'm done getting bouted Stay clouded with my local reefer merchant so my purchase will be fat Not skinny, yeah I smoke plenty And it aint to look pretty, I bring j's up this stone city Floating round my town, cracking jokes, eating food Acting the fucking clown and all my friends are down To chip in, and hit a few, I mean? a few And if you don't like Cheeba then this song aint for you I'm sayin you should try it, dont be a fake my brother Put your lips up to the shit and close your eyes and hit the motherfucker Fuck your friends and everything that they know I'm Double-K bringin it up, its one minute like a pro So all my weed head niggas get busy in the place I'm out three times, i'ma bout to take one to the face like...