-Intro (Wish Bone as Weedman)
Man I hear y'all got some good ass weed around here (Yeah nigga, what's happenin'? I got you, what you want, how much you got?) I got about $200 dawg, what's happenin' (I got you, here you go) Man this ain't no damned chronic. What the fuck?
-Chorus (Krayzie)-
Let me tell y'all, I, I, I, I got the bad weed blues... Ooh, got the bad weed blues...
Krayzie
Last night, night, night was a real bad night for me, let me explain to y'all what I'm talkin' about man/ Shit was real fucked up for a nigga though, I'm stressin'/ I bought a sack weed, when I got home I seen (I been cheated) that these trees was just a big bag of seeds (Aw, hell naw!) These niggas done got me for my money, I done spent a couple of hundred (My girl fucked us) Motherfucker, naw! I guess I gotta chalk it as a loss, but I'm mad cuz I'm puffin' and I'm puffin' and ah- I still ain't cough (This shit is not gettin' me high man, I am not high) The shit too soft, I need some weed, he gotta kick or punch the shit to fucks you up; That one hit'll quit it cuz you'll be too lifted after you're done takin' hits off the blunt/ That gobble was workin' me like a downer, I need to be easy, easy, easy, easy
-Chorus (Krayzie)-
Wish
Uh, uh uh... All I wanna do, smokin' and chokin' but ain't nobody got no good so I gotta move on/ I gotta find that really good, good for my lung, yeah, yeah, yeah/ Cuz I'm in need for that sticky-sticky green/ Ain't had my blunt yet so a nigga got an attitude, excuse me if I'm rude/ But that's just the way that the weed does your dude/ Ooh! Throw your hands up if you're weeded, uh huh! Throw your hands up if you need it, c'mon/ I'm searchin' and I'm searchin' and I still ain't come up/ Why didn't I think of this before Lil' Dre, let me hit him on up/ I hit him up, he said he'd come on through, he got to L.A. L.A./ I said I'd be right through/ I finally got my blunt, I'm feelin so good/ It's so hard to find that real goody-good in my hood
-Chorus (Krayzie)-
Layzie
I just got off the plane comin' from Cali/ I was smokin' so good, need to go get me a sack right now, let me roll to the hood/ Now I can't find tweed and Ken out of town/ Now I'm thinkin' of what I'm a do when I got to get high, not to fuck around when it come to the herb/ I splurge, anything ain't gon' cut it/ I just got paid with a pocket full of money, and today I ain't on no budget/ Searchin' high, low/ Out of my mind, I'm ready to blow, I'm feelin' the stress, I'm gettin' depressed/ Weedman don't love me no mo' and I'm drivin' through the city, feelin' empty inside cuz I can't get high/ And this here ain't how I ride, had to stop and holler at my lil' niggas, petty hustlin' and drug peddlin' twice convicted thug felon just to see what he was sellin'/ It was the brown weed with stems, he swore it was the bomb/ I was ready to flip but I stayed calm/ Copped the twenty and stayed charmed/ My Moma never said, Moma never said that it'd be days like this/ I'm breakin rules, but nigga ooh! I gots to blaze this shit
-Chorus (Krayzie)-
Bizzy
You ain't gon' tell me ain't no sticky in this whole fuckin' city! Where's the weedmen when you need them? I want hollers from my niggas all around the way/ What's up Big Blood; My homie Big Blood, he just gave me a sack today, a sack today/ And ooh, even though he sellin llell- he pulled Lil' Bizzy to the side, (Hey baby) he said "Lil' Bizzy. you know my lil' sister, she does braids" (She does) My hair must be fucked up, but it's cool though, ooh/ Lil' Bizzy pulled him to the side and said "Hey Big Blood, you got some drugs?"
-Chorus (Krayzie)-
(I just wanna tell ya'll why... cuz ain't nobody got some good shit so I'm smokin' petty double goin' crazy...)