Lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm buzzin', I need some true Not like the shit that you smoke that you grew Straight from Jamaica where the green grass grows Cop me some Tops and I'm ready to go Rolled me a big fat bat of the true up Hide my bag when I call the crew up Blaze my J and take a strong toke Then choke off the True smoke But ain't no thang, I'm game to take another puff And as I smoke I say, "Damn this is good stuff!" I can roll a J in three seconds flat At a baseball game I be blazin' a bat It's cool, I'm cool, smoke a J in the can No homegrown please, just straight up 'Ghan Keep a Bic in my pocket 'cause I'm ready to flick Keep the True in my drawers by my balls and my dick If you try to smoke me out you'll be straight up lit I smoke the type of shit you can't fuck with True [Verse 2] If you take a strong toke it'll turn your lungs blue And that fresh smellin' true green grass is on you No tellin' how much true I consume The shit's so potent you'll catch a contact in the next room When I blaze, it's just like smog Niggas wake up in the mornin' and think it's early mornin' fog I gotta have it, gotta smoke it, gotta have it I can afford to be blowed 'cause my lifestyle's lavish True's in the house when I walk in the place Blaze up a J and blow smoke in your face My lifestyle's wild, I could never go wrong And I smoke more true than Cheech & Chong True [Verse 3] I gotta get some more true 'cause my bag's gettin' low Jump in the ride headed for the True store Give me a pound of your best Sensimill' Since I come everyday you ought to hook me up a deal Just then the cops had to raid the place So I puffed on my J and blew smoke in their face They put us in the cop car, me, my man Jack, and Pete Blazin' up True in the back seat The cop jumped in and he wasn't jokin' He said, "Go to jail, or give me that shit you was just smokin'!" I said, "Cool" and didn't even think about it As for the true, never leave home without it True