We smoke everyday
On an average nine, ten, eleven, twelve, even thirteen blunts
But when we on our last
And we ain't got no mo grass
Its time to re up
Got to hurry up
Go and re up

[Repeat x2]
So we just looking for the weedman
The weedman the weedman
And we just want to smoke (smoke)
We just want to smoke (smoke)
We just want to smoke (smoke)

Hey I'm getting closer
To the weedman
I think he's somewhere close
Smell it on his clothes
Look! There he goes
Now you don't got to smoke with me (with me)
But if you want to smoke my tree (my tree)
Just reach into that right (right)
Pocket on yo thigh (thigh)
And show a nigga five

[Repeat x2]
We don found the fucking weedman
The weedman the weedman
And we about to smoke (smoke)
We about to smoke (smoke)
We about to smoke (smoke)

Yea this yo boy Lil Jon
With them Eastside Boyz
This yo boy Big Sam and man I'm High
Aye man hold on this yo boy Lil Bo man (smoker)
And I hear music man
Aye we gon take dis shit to 12 play
For the blunt
Only for the real smokers
Aye got damn fire some shit up to this
Lets go

One come on nigga pass me the blunt
Two I got to cop a sack or two
Three I got a fluffy bag of this weed
Four just watch me as I open it and pour
Five I'm about to role up the nine
Six we smoking on some real good shit
Seven watch me as I get high as the heavens
Eight all my niggas smoking real great
Nine getting kinda jiggy in my eyes yea
Ten I think I want to smoke some again
Eleven I'm trying to get back to the heavens
Twelve damn this weed good as hell yea

Copyright: RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Writer(s): JONATHAN SMITH, SAMMIE NORRIS