Folks be trippin′ on me, I just be doing my thang
Hoes be liking the way my big ol' 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
Are just the tools that I use
Everybody got their own niche (yeah, yeah)
Each and everyone of you be on some kind of shit
Sometimes I get tipsy, get so high that I forget
That I had enough and I just keep puffig the shit
Alot of times I′m good, though I look fast asleep