[Intro: 8Ball & Gangsta Blac]
Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed
Twist it, hit it, light it,-Twist it, hit it, light it, that's that-that's that
Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed
Twist it, hit it, light it,-Twist it, hit it, light it, that's that-that's that
Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed
Twist it, hit it, light it,-Twist it, hit it, light it, that's that-that's that
Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed
Twist it, hit it, light it,-Twist it, hit it, light it, that's that-that's that

[Verse 1: Gangsta Blac]
Days I still may, I'm chiefin' hay, I'm still feelin' good
Dodgin' all you freak beasts, see me later alligators up to no good
Watch my head swell, watch me choke, I can't take this dope
I'm blinder than a mothafucka, can't see through this cloudy smoke
Paul and Crunchy Black brought a sizzack, got that hay for days
Lil Fly in a daze, Skinny, Scarecrow got some Mary J
Feelin' kinda nice, cigarette spice twice as nice as ice
I'm high as a eagle with no wings, full of ghetto hype
Lil Buck-ah I'm so stuck-ah, what the fuck-ah you put in this blunt?
Porterville, Olive Garden (?) got some (?) ass skunk
Chillin' in my chronic zone, I'm blinked to the fuckin' bone
Sack after sack plus a yac, now it's on Jones
Kick back like a mack, that's a fact, take a chill pill
Not no baby face but you know Gangsta got some dick-appeal
Twist it, hit it, light it; that's the way that shit's supposed to go
Inhale real quick, now hold it, watch my n***a Skinny flow
[Chorus: 8Ball & Gangsta Blac]
Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed
Twist it, hit it, light it,-Twist it, hit it, light it, that's that-that's that
Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed
Twist it, hit it, light it,-Twist it, hit it, light it, that's that-that's that
Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed
Twist it, hit it, light it,-Twist it, hit it, light it, that's that-that's that
Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed
Twist it, hit it, light it,-Twist it, hit it, light it, that's that-that's that

[Verse 2: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Lil Gin & DJ Paul]
Smokin' dope, coughin' smoke with my n***a Gangsta Blac
Lil Gin got another sack (Lil Buck roll up somethin' fat!)
As we chief, sleep - woke, flamin' duals to the 5.0
Similar to the gun through my nose
So high, H-A-Y, slice the blunt, light green shit
White boy Ricky keep that shit
So we choked up every night and day
Liquor store bound for the bumpy face
Rent-a-room full of G's, get 'em real high and take they cheese
That'll work, I'm on up here at Saturn while they down in earth
Smokin' babbage just like smokin' horse shit my nig
(We rollin' the swisher sweet fat as my dick
And you n***as guaranteed to get high off that shit!)
Blow a junt, let's get drunk, cause we crunk off that skunk
Funk, blunt, head rush (whatever y'all do, don't burn my crush)
(Get buck, get buck, get buck hey!)
At the club we makin' hoes scream while them n***as shout
First we get hyped up mane, then we turn that bitch out
Bumpy face got me fallin' on my face, playa
When it enter my body, don't stop, I'm finna...
[Outro: 8Ball & Gangsta Blac]
Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed
Twist it, hit it, light it,-Twist it, hit it, light it, that's that-that's that
Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed
Twist it, hit it, light it,-Twist it, hit it, light it, that's that-that's that
Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed
Twist it, hit it, light it,-Twist it, hit it, light it, that's that-that's that
Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed
Twist it, hit it, light it,-Twist it, hit it, light it, that's that-that's that