Since ’85

[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