Chorus:
All my smokers get high with me, just all you need
Is smoking on the Kush, or the Sour D

(Light it!)
And smoke and ride with me
Now salute

While you puff 'til your eyes get low
Now salute
To all my potheads around the world


(Smoke DZA)
I roll up something; yeah, I don't $#&@ with the drink

Would have wrote this verse down, but I'm too high to think
Pupils is pink
Like my ^!$$% Spitta, I'm too fly to sink

Devin, light the stink
Let's go; I'll smoke a zone playing P3
My ^!$$% Shiest got that E.T.,

Got a ^!$$% sleepy
Yeah
I used to coast down posts

Lookin' real nonchalant
This sale, off the Audemar
You go to coppin', only ordered one!

I go to coppin', and they throw me some
It's like that
This for my piss-test failures who won't leave it alone

Shoutout to Ricky Williams and Pacman Jones

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(Devin The Dude)
Even before I get my pad and my pen

I must have my weed, I grab my bag, then dig in
Mix my %#@! together so that it's all different kinds of flavors
They think I'm baking pies to distribute to the neighbors

No
I'm smoking weed, that tastes like...long, deep hit, goofy laugh...kinda cake-like
Bud is getting better, but the price is starting

To skyrocket, so I went and bought an Aerogarden
So I can get high, smoke big, and break even
No longer have to wait for harvest season

For strictly smoking, why do I have to push
Sitting back with a fat sack of pineapple kush
I wish a mother$#&@er would try to take my weed

So I take it and I stash the %#@!, so no one can see
Then I make it safe throughout the room, and equalize it
Every day I'm smoking weed, I'm hoping soon they'll legalize it


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(Curren$y)
The bud brownies that I ate just kicking in...
I got my Jordan Number Eights, black, aqua, and grape

These ^!$$%s try'na duplicate the Pilot DNA
Cop at KFC, the big dog come in and run away
(*##$es fall through at the crib and can't get up, they want to stay

I got your old lady in my '88 Z-28
Haze got her dazed, she's stuck, she don't know what to say
I have the best week ever every seven days

In the magazine pictures, so high I might fly off the page
Rap, smoke, fly, drive; do it all with grace
For the Kush, I got a jones like Grace

I call my house first, cause first is my place, yeah

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(Asher Roth)
Smoke fills the room, as soon as I put my two boat shoes in

Then I'm floating in slow motion
Know my M.O
Always roll with homegrown, same color as Leno

It's Widow white, yeah, my eyes low as pebbles
Get in the zone, you know I flow in it forever
There's never

No effort
Forget it
The memory's been severed
Why take the shaky %#@! when I can give it to you fresher?
Yessir, that's Asher, chillin' in a sweatshirt

Smoking on some %#@! that they be giving to the lepers
Nevertheless, I'm an open-mind accepter
Respecter of the cess, yes, collector of the best herb
I smoke weed, no need to give a lecture
Still can't believe it's illegal, for the record

The way I see it, it makes me think better
Sinks in deep, and makes me think that I'll
Release the feet beneath of me and let the weed speak to me
Hear it in the beat, I see it leakin' from the frequency
And frequently, a freak like me

Figures out the secrecy
Feels the need to plant the seed in each and every human being
Cocaine and E will only take away your decency
Caffeine and nicotine secretly can weaken me
Can't you see, the key ingredient'd be the THC?

Puff
Weed is all you need...

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