I Gotta Problem

Lyrics

I smoked haze when my head hurt, Kush for my temper Smoke it everyday from January to December Sick from the munchies Dr. Peppers and Doritos Southern Cali taco shops, three dollars for burritos Higher than a cosmonaut who smoke the best pot Think your weed is better? Probably not Every time I get dank, everytime I show up late Baby I don't need rubbers 'cause I just shoot blanks I look like Jackie Chan or I was from Japan I rolls fat blunts like me 'cause I'm the man My block got more firefighters than a street parade 'Cause my house catchin' fire from the weed I blaze One hit of my blunt, you'll probably need some first aid Knew dealer's first name ever since I was in the first grade I never roll browns, so, I'll never come down My folks they grow pounds and I'll smoke your whole town I gotta problem getting high, follin' a blunt I think my brain gonna fry 'cause I'll be smoking too much Everyday I'd be tellin' myself that I need to quit Next day I wake up puff a blunt and forget I got tossed once more like Frisbees, smoke more than chimneys While the parents askin', hey where the hell the kids be? Were getting stoned in the red wood trees Every hour you see us passing more weed Smoking too much, fuckin' my brain up Thinking of Mary Jane, the way she makes me puff puff pass it It's so fantastic, if you gots that bomb, I believe I'll match it Just a crazy lil' dude I'm trying to stay high It happens daily lately I've been living a lazy life I should realize and recognize that I have a problem It's just that me and weed are like Batman and Robin I need weed like I need the right ring tones I get stoned and repeat it like I'm Mike Jones I get stoned and repeat it like I'm Mike Jones I cut close and puff dro every time I go I need to get help but I'm allergic to rehab Ever since kindergarten, had a fame to be bad I was cussin' out teachers Ditchin' bumpin' my speakers while I be puffin' my reefer I smoke reefer too and my whole platoon It's been puff puff pass since I came out the womb Cut class, puff grass, never talked to cops Borrowed a car from pops and hot boxed it up Hot boxing is like a ritual around my way 'Cause my smoking is habitual, a pound a day And my mama would always said that I should never give up So, I'm a gonna keep on rollin' blunts and keep a pound in my trunk While you're rollin' them blunts, we was hittin' them two playa While the other kids were in their rooms playin' tomb raider So many strains, so many different flavors It's Humboldt county homie, nobody does it greater