The Smoker's Section

(Hey, you wanna get high man) (Does Howdy Dudy got wooden balls, man?) (I Got a joint here, man. I been saving for a special occasion.) (Hey *Speaking Spanish* is that a joint, man? Gotdamn looks like it’s got a quarter pounder) (Be careful with that shit man) (uh,Is it heavy stuff, man? Will it blow me away?) (Different By Choice) Let’s get clear This shit here’s For the nigga smoking more than 10 years Letting stress go with the best smoke Choosing 10 blunts over 10 beers This a smoke out, nigga get in gear Though the world is tripping Nigga not in here We’ll have a lot of fun Smoke a lot of blunts While we’re watching Tommy Bunz and Sincere So get here And you’ll see This the place that you needed to be at An inner sanctum your mind can be free at Where there’s no need to ask where is the weed at But to believe that You needed to see that Welcome my people you all may be seated I am your host though they call me concieted I would prefer if you just call me Eazy I’m a veteran smoker The head on my shoulder puts me so ahead of these jokers Ever since 11 forever been smoking Nowadays I hardly ever be sober I’m talking heavy weed smoker Every where I go they smell and can tell it cause My clothes they carry the odor If I can’t smoke then don’t tell me come over It’s as simple as that And infact if can’t call I ask Let me chill in the back With these Woods and a sack And I’m good in the back To myself getting lit like a match And in 10 minutes flat My eyes are low and so red you can see the progression To be free of your stresses And to indulge in this weed, follow me to the session. Come with me to the place where the smoke’s ingested Floating by on cloud 9, It ain’t no pedestrians Roll up yo’ investment Cause it ain’t no stress when Ashtray's roach infested In the smoker’s section. Wanna talk inner peace I done found mine Right there while floating on cloud 9 Blowing out smoke watching clouds flyin’ Trying to forget about foul times Can’t match the vibe that I’m on Then I’ll vibe on my own Watch me vibe to my songs But if you feel like I and you trying to get high Then I feel like we might get along Weed put me right in my zone I just might write me a song And Prep just fired up a cone The weed I got right here is strong Cause it’s feeling so right is it wrong Cause I been getting high for so long I ain’t saying I’m the king of the stoners But admit I desire the throne (Yeah, that’s the shit that I’m on) But f*ck that shit, fire up the bong. (Awww, that’s some heavy shit man) (Man) Hey man Am I driving okay? Come with me to the place where the smoke’s ingested Floating by on cloud 9, It ain’t no pedestrians Roll up yo’ investment Cause it ain’t no stress when Ashtray's roach infested In the smoker’s section.