[Intro: DJ Paul]
Good evening my young speciments
Glad you could make it with us today
So, uh, have a seat, grab a blunt
Prepare for today's lesson, my sons

[Chorus: Carmike & Koopsta Knicca]
Get a lil' smoke, get a lil' smoke (High)
Get a lil' smoke and glide
Get a lil' smoke, get a lil' smoke (High)
Get a lil' smoke and glide
Get a lil' smoke, get a lil' smoke (High)
Get a lil' smoke and glide
Get a lil' smoke, get a lil' smoke (High)
Get a lil' smoke and glide

[Verse 1: Carmike]
I got a whole motherfuckin' half ounce to burn
Somethin' for you crazy ass bastards, dippеd in sherm
So come along, let mе take you on a little journey just to smoke weed
Smoke on weed, it's on me
Why do I smoke the buddha?
Eeny, meeny, I don't know but everytime I take a pull, I grab an extra soul
And my mind has me crazy, can't remember shit, got me so dazed
So, hold thee up, I see you smokin' reefer
[?] in your left ear, have no fear
Damn, I could've sworn me a high you could get no higher, pack a punk me to desire
And I don't mind causin' havoc and corruption
Me and Triple 6, Gimisum, crush up, rush up
Take a sip (Take a sip), Get a dip (Get a dip)
Press your lips (Press your lips)
Time to take a shotgun (Time to take a shotgun)
[Pre-Chorus: Koopsta Knicca]
We chiefin' high, fuck a dime (High), fuck a dime, fuck a dime
Chief-chiefin' high, fuck a dime, fuck a dime, fuck a dime
We chiefin' high, fuck a dime (High), fuck a dime, fuck a dime
Chief-chiefin' high, fuck a dime, fuck a dime, fuck a dime

[Chorus: Carmike & Koopsta Knicca]
Get a lil' smoke, get a lil' smoke (High)
Get a lil' smoke and glide
Get a lil' smoke, get a lil' smoke (High)
Get a lil' smoke and glide

[Verse 2: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Chiefin' on that green dope, Triple Six boomin'
DJ Paul got the hay, get into the room, wind from the gun got me numb
Constantly smokin', pure got me spinnin', Little Gin drinkin' Thunderbird
To the [?] with Chill Will and Cello comin' at the table, slippin' on the yago
Bitches at the front door with a quarter pound of dope, foggin' up my window
Once again, you do hear me, though
Green Chevy-thang with the woodgrain steerin' wheel
Ballin' with the big boy, Killa lookin' for a kill
Drunk, full of bump, plus some skunk, and I'm drizznunk, that's the wizznay that we live
Crazy, full of weed, indeed, we seekin' tight
Get a thick bitch, hit the light green, horseshit, bitch, stop fall aside

[Verse 3: DJ Paul]
We huff and puff, blow out a big cloud of smoke from the blunts I pass
The killers in the Triple Six clique them click
They put some lead on some busters ass
The grass burn slow, I blast a ho, the mask on my face, though
Threw it out the roof of the 5.0
Mustangs, we must stang on a trick, the Triple Six Mafia shit don't quit, bitch
The clizznique, so mean, mane, thazzit it's a shame that we got to burn to ashes
Or be smoked by the crew who survived, to get a little smoke in our lives
That's what we deserve, to smoke them herbs and burn eternally
Insides of a Mafia n***a was already burned to permanently
Lyin' over a glass wants 'em squizzab but my n***a Carmike boomin'
So I leave it up to keep to tell you how Mr. Pizznaul do it
[Pre-Chorus: Koopsta Knicca]
We chiefin' high, fuck a dime (High), fuck a dime, fuck a dime
Chief-chiefin' high, fuck a dime, fuck a dime, fuck a dime
We chiefin' high, fuck a dime (High), fuck a dime, fuck a dime
Chief-chiefin' high, fuck a dime, fuck a dime, fuck a dime

[Chorus: Carmike & Koopsta Knicca]
Get a lil' smoke, get a lil' smoke (High)
Get a lil' smoke and glide
Get a lil' smoke, get a lil' smoke (High)
Get a lil' smoke and glide

[Verse 4: Carmike]
Collapse, made your brain cells dissapear
I'm sorry, Mr. Reverent, I'ma smoke until my time get's near
I'm on the streets back, once again, runnin' about the duplex, hoppin', noid, me swing
I'm high as fuck and I make a right on Chelsea
Stop at In In-N-Out 'cause that was on my route
I got the Bush now, I'm out for Mr. Sinclair, no need to stare, finna put the light in the air
Hickory, dickory, dock, I smoke, we parking down the block
Hickory, dickory, dick, I got the back full of tricks, on the five-way up on K'
Try me if you wanna try, when I'm on the snort I think I can fly
So I don't try to fight it, let it take control
Lay back my head, let me wiver through your soul
Extra, extra, like born again
But I can't put that reefer down, that's my fuckin' sin
[Pre-Chorus: Koopsta Knicca]
We chiefin' high, fuck a dime (High), fuck a dime, fuck a dime
Chief-chiefin' high, fuck a dime, fuck a dime, fuck a dime
We chiefin' high, fuck a dime (High), fuck a dime, fuck a dime
Chief-chiefin' high, fuck a dime, fuck a dime, fuck a dime
We chiefin' high, fuck a dime (High), fuck a dime, fuck a dime
Chief-chiefin' high, fuck a dime, fuck a dime, fuck a dime
We chiefin' high, fuck a dime (High), fuck a dime, fuck a dime
Chief-chiefin' high, fuck a dime, fuck a dime, fuck a dime

[Chorus: Carmike & Koopsta Knicca]
Get a lil' smoke (High), get a lil' smoke
Get a lil' smoke and glide
Get a lil' smoke, get a lil' smoke (High)
Get a lil' smoke and glide
Get a lil' smoke, get a lil' smoke (High)
Get a lil' smoke and glide
High, high, high, high