Ack Uh, uh My momma used to always keep a lil' bit of 'dro The incense in the window while she foldin' our clothes (huh) I know life will have it's issues, there would never be a problem with the weed She told me Son, don't worry, don't you have no shame (huh) There gonna be frustration in this white man's game And they're gonna have us tied up once it's legalized (ack) Because it is a tree (ooh, yup) My momma had to work (ack, huh) My momma had to burn (two kids) My momma drove to church and ironed shirts and kept a smirk (yeah, yeah) And I think my momma must've worked at saltine at the factor', why? She came home cryin', said: I'm tired of these crackers (ack) I roll up for pretty girls that's on their grind, gettin' paid (huh) I roll up for women who like crystal staircase (ack, huh) And I roll up for any my niggas that's stuck in that dam Torn from their family, hustlin' grams We love you, we smokin' on big Uncle Sam Dispensary weed is a government scam My cousin my weed man, the plug is my man's My whole life look like I been rubbin' on lamp (skrrt) The blunt like I rolled up a rug in my hand Stop, look, duck in my hand (hm) If it ain't a buck in my hand Fist full of bullets, I'm flippin' a bird, it's a plane, it's a don't-give-a-fuck in my hand (brrt) If we roll up, we flame up (huh) Yes, we flame up If we pull up, ain't no change up Don't play with our money, it's dangerous Ain't no more sharecroppin', that's for my momma, I promise I'm fuckin' the game up (huh) This for my ladies that's makin' it happen, you ready? I'm ready to flame up My momma used to always keep a lil' bit of 'dro The incense in the window while she foldin' our clothes I know life will have it's issues, there would never be a problem with the weed She told me Son, don't worry, don't you have no shame There gonna be frustration in this white man's game And they're gonna have us tied up once it's legalized because it is a tree Like my girls like weed, homegrown Intricate stone, Cheech & Chong All the Casamigos gone Fuck it, get stoned Craig & Smokey (Eh) Intricate stone (Eh) Intricate stone (Eh) Intricate stone (Eh) Intricate stone Uh, my momma had to work, yeah, my step-daddy had the work Don't expect me to pass the purp', 'cause Pastor Purp ain't at this church So God forgive me, God forgive me, holy smokes like religion I be smokin' like an engine, can't play poker like syringes Blow a pound like I'm Jenny Craig, I'm cold as Winnipeg When me and Chance smokin' them plants, we turn to Bill and Ted All my weed be strictly meds, my blunt be thick as legs Yellow Percocet's, white Percocet's, look like grits and eggs Smoke a blunt for Chi'raq, catch a contact I don't know where my eyes at, they on her thigh tat' I'm sorry, I got side-tracked, but I'ma hit you with a side bar You could pull up in a fly car, I'ma pull off in a flyin' car That's cap if they say we cap, I crack they freakin' knee-caps And Chance gave me a three cap, to cover up all these naps A dreadlock Rasta, bandana red like pasta I steal a nigga bitch, like a Mazda My momma used to always keep a lil' bit of 'dro (lil' bit of 'dro) The incense in the window while she foldin' our clothes (foldin' our clothes) I know life will have it's issues, there would never be a problem with the weed (a problem with the weed) She told me Son, don't worry, don't you have no shame There gonna be frustration in this white man's game And they're gonna have us tied up once it's legalized because it is a tree Like my girls like weed, homegrown Intricate stone, Cheech, Chong All the Casamigos, gone Fuck it, get stoned Craig and Smokey