| Smoke weed everyday |
| I wanna get so high |
| Smoke weed everyday |
| Until the day that I die |
| Smoke weed everyday |
| She told me I should write a song so she can smoke |
| And the fact I’m rapping that I don’t is an ongoing joke |
| As she lit and took a toke she choked a little then she spoke |
| She said she bought so much weed it’ll probably make her broke |
| But life is heavy, bills are big, and bitches always stressing |
| So she keeps a bag of trees under her panties in her dresser |
| She looks so fucking sexy with a blunt between her lips |
| So I always cop her dutches from the store on my trips |
| And she can tell what kinda shit you smoking by the smell |
| And music sounds better to her when she’s high as hell |
| She grew up playing Cypress Hill and to the death |
| She said her last dying breath would be to puff with Meth |
| The cheeba cheeba queen, super reefer fiend |
| Marijuana mama, arteries that bleed green |
| I swear to God and pray she’ll never ever get away |
| Cause she cause she cause she |
| Smoke weed everyday |
| I wanna get so high |
| Smoke weed everyday |
| Until the day that I die |
| Smoke weed everyday |
| I wanna get so high |
| Smoke weed everyday |
| Until the day that I die |
| Smoke weed everyday |
| Until the day that I die |
| Yeah I’m huffing, I’m chiefing, jumping off the deep end she fiending |
| Cause I’m off the top when I speak it and she smoke a lot just like me |
| And we break it down then we roll, we smoke the pot like a stove |
| Like we cooking but we booking from the cops on the low |
| Friends be laughing and cracking jokes in the room full of smoke |
| I keep an O everywhere I go, she know I’m a blow |
| A couple more of these and we gonna need some snacks from the store |
| Hey bro-bro, I got the dough-dough, we drinking, don’t forget the 4−0s |
| And the Zig-Zags low-pro, fuck the po-po's |
| I swing a four door, shit looking like a showboat |
| And we in high definition, watch your wishes go up in smoke |
| Like Cheech, I ain’t talking about Chong |
| Be real, I’m sneaking hits from the bong |
| We know that it’s right when everybody say it’s wrong |
| I’m on cloud nine, fuck around and I’m a buy me a farm of that bomb |
| Wishing Nate Dogg could sing this song, let’s go |
| Smoke weed everyday |
| I wanna get so high |
| Smoke weed everyday |
| Until the day that I die |
| Smoke weed everyday |
| I wanna get so high |
| Smoke weed everyday |
| Until the day that I die |
| Smoke weed everyday |
| Until the day that I die |