My nigga big bos gon hit this sweet Kane and abel (whats up) gon hit the muthafuckin sweet (whats up mo b? ) Skull dugrey (kl) said pass that muthafucka right here (craig b) Im a smoke some of this For all my niggaz dats dead and gone and aint here (time for us tru niggaz to get yall niggaz high) Smoke somethin (silkk in this bitch, c-murder) For all them niggaz in the projects thats tryin to come up (and you know me, master p, pervin on that muthafuckin swisha sweet) Mr serv-on gon hit this sweet (swisha sweet) Somebody done (that muthafuckin green chronic) (nigga thats how we smoke it down here) Put big pokey on that muthafuckin... on that dank (dank, doja) got him hooked on chronic (we dont fuck with that brown weed) big v said (brown weeds for suckas, nigga) pass him the sweet And then give it to big mann (and we serve cluckas) (so its time to jump in yo muthafuckin ride and get it smoked up) Dont pass it, nigga, to big ed cause you know hell mug you (I want the windows to be foggy) (and tell ya partna nigga, pass that muthafucka, go like this here)
Chorus: 1, 2, 3 niggaz blowin dank in my cadillac 4, 5 niggaz smokin weed in my cadillac 6, 7 niggaz blowin dank in my cadillac 8, 9 niggaz blowin weed in my cadillac 10, 11 niggaz gettin high in my cadillac 12, 13 niggaz wont fit in my cadillac Gettin high in my cadillac Niggaz smokin sweets in the cadilla
[verse i] Tru niggaz keep roaches in the ashtray (ashtray) And smoke mo chronic than that nigga diggity dr. dre Ask cube, cause today is a good day (good day) And I been blowin that green all fuckin day And these hoes on my nuts, cause I got that weed Keep em 2 for 5, niggaz I got it 4 for 3 Holla at yo boy, if you wanna get high I keep that green when Im rollin in my dope ride Lickin on that sweet, split it with your fingernail Dump the tobacco out, pass the green dank thats real Turn up the bass on the 18s Roll up the window cause a nigga cant lose no swisha sweet Smoke, and let my niggaz choke, And if you cant handle that dank, get your ass out my car bro We been smokin since 83, 97 silkk told yall hoes, none of yall bitches ride for free
[verse ii] You got twenty lets go half on a 40, Stop the lac at motel 6, its time to get retarded Bitch ask me for a shotgun, Im bout that 20 minutes, that same ho on her back Talkin bout, she high as a kigitty-kite But we been fuckin and smokin dank all fuckin night Made it home mama smellin on a nigga shirt Say it smell like chronic, I mean that green dirt Got a nigga fiendin, flippin to lunch I mean you know that dank (oooowheeee!) have you with the munch Damn nigga, but its all good After today I do that same shit, knock on wood My red eyes need visine, I got mine If yall niggaz still smokin, fool press rewind
[mo b. dick] Lets go half on a 40 sack Roll up some swishas, (I told yall niggaz I was gon get yall high) For some pull on that Cause its time to get high (cause thats how tru niggaz ride) Thats how tru niggaz ride (no limit soldiers)
Smokin weed, makes me feel fine Lord I got the chronic on my mind (repeat)
[master p] Playaz get high, lets get smoked nigga, damn One of yall niggaz gon pay For my seats, yall done burned up my muthafuckin seats!