Since ’85

Lyrics

[Chorus: Devin the Dude] If you don't know by now, every day I stay high Niggas  be jokin sayin' they smoke but they lie O.G.  brother blowin' ever since '85 Smokin' while I'm floatin' all across the state line Get high [Verse 1: Devin the Dude] Back  in the '85 or maybe '83 My  potna had a weed square and gave it to me I was kinda young but still I took me a pull I  went inside the grocery ran out with a bull Schlitz malt liquor, a big [?] nigga Thirty-two ounces, I couldn't pronounce shit I'd chill for a while, before I'd go home Or  however it took for me, to get out of the zone A teen smokin' weed was frowned upon Now everybody's lookin' like Al Capone Most of 'em roast up, but some be fakin' Using stunt bluff for video makin' Ain't smokin' nathan but it's all good though My nigga he on papers, he wasn't he would blow You already should know, no need to ask About weed or grass [Chorus: Devin the Dude & Kurupt] If you don't know by now, every day I stay high Niggas be jokin', sayin' they smoke but they lie O.G. brother blowin' ever since '85 Smokin' while I'm floatin' all across the state line (Hey, let me hit that!) Get high [Verse 2: Kurupt] Yeah, It was around the year of 1993 (What happened) We got this orange bud from Humboldt County Chocolate Thai was the best way to get high But that orange was the bombest, we called it the Chronic Now everybody's on it, but they just can't find it (Can't find it) Some niggas would lie and say they got the bomb That was some lies, rollin' blunts to hide and disguise Look around, and that's why they ass got clowned With that bullshit, hella bum, fake ass Chronic smoke Tryna take a tok, of my bomb that I just rolled Nigga please! And then we twisted it up And mixed it with Thai to make E.T. (See?) Indo and Chocolate Thai, the best of both It's nothin' but that extra-terrestrial But I ain't just talkin' 'bout these niggas trippin' 'Cause you also gotta spot and watch these bitches Bitch! [Chorus: Devin the Dude] If you don't know by now, every day I stay high Niggas be jokin', sayin' they smoke but they lie O.G. brother blowin' ever since '85 Smokin' while I'm floatin' all across the state line Get high [Verse 3: Spice 1] I got the dutches and my clutches, I'm 187 pure Telllin' Mary Jane, 'bout the things I'ma do to her Coolin' on the corner, with the cellular phone You can tell that Kush was California grown 'Cause all a nigga gotta do is plant a seed in the dirt Put some fertilizer on and man that shit really worked The first time I smoked weed, I think I was 'bout ten Found it in my uncle room, and he was up in the pen (Pen) Under his pillow, right along with the burner And a eight track of ol' school Ike and Tina Turner Didn't know how to roll shit, but I figured it out though Now I'm higher than the price of a bird up in the drought though When I see Devin we rollin' up either swishers sweets, back wood zags or even dutch If you don't know by now, I'm certified professional weed smoker now (Blaow!) [Chorus: Devin the Dude] If you don't know by now, every day I stay high Niggas be jokin', sayin' they smoke but they lie O.G. brother blowin' ever since '85 Smokin' while I'm floatin' all across the state line Get high