[Intro: Martin Lawrence]
I hit a joint, right? And I looked at my girl
I said: "Erica, your motherfuckin' left eye is damn near on the side of your motherfuckin head!"

[Verse 1: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
N***as smokin' dank on my block, creepin' late night
Hangin' with that deuce eleven, like he said, we Glock tight
Ready for some shit to crank, god damn it, I'm so high
I better hit that Heineken, because my lips so dry
A fine ass bitch in bikinis on my dick
I'm finna hit the bump
She said, "Hey, come here with that shit"
A knock was at the door, I said who is it?
Cocked my tin, I pointed infrared dot
Told the P-folk come on in
Some n***as with somе ski masks and pumps
They finna gank now, as they blow my high
I'm finna make thеse n***as sink
The blazin' from the barrel, very hot from hollow points
Now while them bitches fallin', we was pickin' up they blunts
A mission not completed, nah, they tried it anyway
Let's put 'em in the trunk and we can ride and smoke they hay
They lookin' like some killers, but them n***as really hoes
We was on the bridge and he was hollerin', so I let 'em go
Now I'm paranoid, you see that weed is in my system
The one, got away, I gotta plot a killin'
Now that was what I'm thinkin', 'cause that n***a can't survive
I hit the blunt again, you see that shit got me inkmatized
[Chorus/Interlude: 211]
Resthaven n***as just smoke one, bitch
Damn, mane
That n***a over there on 6th Street got some motherfuckin' ink, mane
I'm tellin' you, mane, that n***a named Dre
Resthaven n***as just smoke one, bitch
Got them big fat ass sacks, mane, you know I'm sayin'?
Resthaven n***as just smoke one, bitch
They just keep a n***a inkmatized, you know what I'm sayin'?
Resthaven n***as just smoke one, bitch
Resthaven n***as just smoke one, bitch
Resthaven n***as just—

[Verse 2: 211]
Looka here, looka here, Mister Negoro
Twenty dollar sacks, full of nothin' but Indo
You can't find the shit, then you look me up
If you cool with the two, then I hook you up
N***a's on the corner, or I'm rollin' with my Cuz
I got a quarter thang on the seat, mane, fuck the fuzz
Flickin' my BIC, lightin' up the sticky ink
So potent, it only takes a hit to get lit, shit
N***as bud addicted, gotta have the smoke
But it ain't good if it don't make you choke
Holdin' big sacks in my hand, take what you need
For sure, how high you'll get, this ain't no panic weed
N***as be beggin' but that's all I'm givin'
Smokin' with poor n***as, you'll be higher than the cost of livin'
Makin' big bank from this dank, player
I'm fillin up the atmosphere with some potent killer hay
Damn, I got the munchies, time to grab a bite
Yeah, yeah, n***a got this blunt, pass me a light
System bumpin', horn jumpin', mane, I'm feelin' good
Got a quarter ounce, sail off in my neighborhood
Sell a sack or two, then I smoke one
Pull up to the side, n***a, hit me with a shotgun
Smoke it up, smoke it up, yeah, now I'm chill
Ink to the highs of ink's divinity
Off that orange pill, a deep south n***a
Check out the size, joints we choke
And we inkmatized
[Outro: 211 &Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Resthaven n***as just smoke one, bitch
Fire, fire, fire, motherfucker
Rest–Rest–Rest
Rest-Rest
Fire, fire, fire