Motha

Boog, weed, sess, skunk, pine, k, reefer, dank

Sell ya boy a plump dime

Killa, herb, grass, coffee, pot

We gotta get some mo' because this O is all we got

Smokin' everyday I can't let go

Rollin' perfect Sweets, I mean perfecto

Neighbours they say they smell this shit from next do'

And they keep me outa they house because they know I'ma fiend

Last month I pawned 17 sewing machines

Took the money to my Mexican patner his names Malito

(What's up wetback? We go way back, we'd lay back in his crib and get drunk

He always keeps some sess, but see sometimes he get's skunk

And he calls me when he get it, cus he know I'm wit it

And he tell me that's it's good but I'll believe it when I hit it

I'll show up with a cigar and then he bring out this bong

And before we get high we start singin' this song

Love the good motha

Muy bien marijuana

Love the good reefa

Cannabis sativa

Love the good motha

Muy bien marijuana

Love the good reefa

Cannabis sativa (cheeba cheeba)

Smokin' weed really ain't nothin' to brag about

Unless ya got friends like mine, look at this big bag I got

Straight from Jamaica from that nigga Naughty Dread

He got some shit with just one hit I bet yo' eyes get red

And he call his weed cali, smoke it in the chalis

"Take ya shoes off boy and try not to be careless"

We be jammin' to the reggae music feelin' every note

Both of our heads boppin' while we eatin' curried goat and he say

"Hey mon, pass dat motherfucka dis way mon"

I'm blowed, he blowed, we high

He got pounds of weed in the other room, knee high

And my nigga ain't greedy, he gives to the needy

He put me down with weed and I hook him up with beaties

We be trippin' off people who think weed makes you forget

But you was...uh..shit

Niggaz smokin' sweets, dimes, ounces to quarters

We pass the sess around in chronological order

But when ain't nobody got no weed shit seems to be hopeless

I know an old school weed smoker named Keofris

He always keep killa cus all he do is roll jokers

It's good for his cataracts and help him stay focused

He say him and a couple of his friends back in the game

They used to sing R & B the shoopdey doowop thing

They had bowl cuts they eyes tight lookin' like Chinamen

They had to switch up and change they name every now and then

Finally tried to be theyself but people wouldn't accept it

Shit started gettin' strange so they say fuck it and left it

He said, "Boy whatever ya do just keep goin'

If weed helps ya with the music keep the Sweets blowin'

One day you'll get some money, you can buy me some teeth

I wanna see ya make it boy, ya kinda remind me of me

Cus I love the reefer" Huh? What'd you say? "Cheeba cheeba"

Pops you out

Aw yeah, this for the, for the OG's who used to listen to The Ojays

Shit, hell this even for the BG's