Rolling up a mutherfucking blunt
Got a skunk on the sole of my dunks
And a stash on the tongues, full of that fire igniting 'em
Bic in the left one, piff in the right one
Bitch get to stepping, if you ain't  here to smoke
That shit that when you toke, yeah you damn near choke
Damn that's dope, throw a lil' coke on it
I'm gone now on that mutherfucking chronic
I'm Burnt, Burned, Charred, Sizzling
Tipping on too many drugs for me to tell the difference
Methylene dioxy methamphedamine I'm rolling
Swagger mean, cleanest crackah on the scene, I stroll in 
Like, "hold up bitch, who the fuck you think I am?"
Hottest honkey in the land, and won't be stopping 'till I'm laying
Six feet in the dirt, with my songs still playing
And I bet I'll still be burnt, like a ginger tryin' ta tan
Souless, flicking a bic at a steamroller
Middle of the campus with cops coming over
Fuck it, Im'a smash it right there at they feet
Light a blunt, blow an o and then peace
No rent-a-cop beef, but I tell 'em F T C P
Fuck the crooked police, and bureaucracy
Narc, oh you better stop it please
Get burnt, 'cause you don't know how hot this be
Best learn, yourself, a little bout Jack
Bet I dibble/dabble in whatever your bitch think is phat
And by now, she heard I rip a fucking track
Spitting lyrics delivering shivers quivering her back
And uh...yeah, I know she like that
I'm her dream, she's a fiend, I'm the pipe to her crack
Im'a light something fat, then she might think I'm wack
Why you getting high, Jack? I'm'trying to terrorize cats
Get it? Get it? "High jack", but I keep it fly after
You see tetrahydracannabinnol as disaster
I see it as natural, not cause it's a leaf
But because it's all molecular and elementary
I lay it all out on table, periodically
I say I stay burnt, but they say that I ain't outta be
But what is right relative, I ain't feeling wrong
'Cause loads of geniuses at Brown be passing me the bong
And if thats wrong I don't want to be right
You may groan but to me it's a delight and I think it's alright 
So I get burnt everynight, everyday, everytime in between and we see I still write
That tight-like-virgin-mary type lyrics that when you hear it steer us to go and sign the hype
C o . Z
Get an urn, mutherfucker, that's right
I ignite a mic on any day or night and leave a mutherfucker BURNT