People Under the Stairs Follow

Hold me a one and I'm blunted
Each and every other hour
On the bad vacant find I'm back to?

You niggas out there smokin' that dope
Tell your momma, "Shut up"
And they crack it's the herbalism
Some people call it the chronic

I call it the best stress reliever, the mind pleaser
Dakobe told me that it's the best way to pull a squeezer out the
Draws, no flaws when I begin to roll up
Hey, what's up big man, can I hit that?

Dude, hold up
We'll talk about it right after I'm done getting booted
Stay clouded with my local reefer merchant
So my purchase will be fat

And it ain't to look pretty, I bring J's up this stone city
Floating round my town, cracking jokes, eating food
Acting the fucking clown and all my friends are down
To chip in and hit a few, I mean [unverified] a few

And if you don't like Chiba then this song ain't for you
I'm sayin' you should try it, don't be a fake my brother
Put your lips up to the shit and close your eyes
And hit the motherfucker

Fuck your friends and everything that they know
I'm Double-K bringin' it up, its one minute like a pro
So all my weed head niggas get busy in the place
I'm out three times, I'ma 'bout to take one to the face like

Hold me a one and I'm blunted
Each and every other hour
On the bad vacant find I'm back to?