What I Be On

Folks be tripping on me, I just be doing my thang

Hoes be liking the way my big old nuts hang and swang

People out in public see me smoking on my herb

They want me to sell them some

But I must conserve

I'll be getting by

I'll be staying focused

I'll be getting high

I hardly get noticed

I'll be on my grind, nah

I'll be on my hustle, ya'll

I stay on my P's and Q's

My weed and brew

Yeah

Just the tools that I use

To get me in a good mood

I don't know about you

Everybody got their on niche

(Each and every one of you be needing some kind of shit)

Sometimes I get tipsy

Get so high that I forget

That I had enough and I just keep puffing this shit

A lot of times I'm cool although it seems I'm fast asleep

(Ey man, I'm having to ping pong this motherfucker, come on, pass it to me)

(Do what you do, just stay off of my dick)

I chill out at the crib

I roll my green and smoke so much

No female companion and it seems I lost my touch

But I love the ladies and the ladies they love

When I was ten my teenage girlfriend asked me for some wee-weed

(Each and everyone of you be needing some kind of shit)