sittin around bored//
there aint shit else to do//
might as well scoop my boys//
and smoke a spliff wit the crew//
drive around for thirty minutes//
jus to find a 20-sack//
the reefer gets me high enuff//
i dont need any-crack//
all i need is the sticky green//
a blunt and a light//
in bout 5 minutes//
imma be hand glidin on kites//
im smellin like the icky//
in every venure i enter//
cuz i blunted//
whether spring,summer,fall or winter