Check it out, it takes skill y'all, for them to fill y'all
  And in the end it's dollar dollar dollar bill y'all
  So long I awaited, in the end you contemplated
  Now O.C. cuts the highly anticipated
  Forget all the braggadocio shit you hear
  Say more voices in the air while I refresh in the air, word
  Thought that I was gone, huh, temporary setback
  Made me analyze what I do, and be the best at
  Gusto, I got it on lock, a sack of marijuana
  Being sold by the dreads, I got the good stuff
  Inhale on it, smell the aroma blessed
  Let it comatose ya, I'm feeling a rush, well you're supposed to
  Mold me, toke me, hold me in for five seconds
  Then exhale, then maybe you can tell if I'm potent
  See font to leave it, a cheeba cheeba cheeba
  Like coated with honey base, kill the taste, burn me slow
  
  Drag on me, yeah, just as long as you can pull it
  Now shotgun, cause I be number one with a bullet
  Who got some? The second hand smoke's in the air
  Contact, oh my, I'm a get you so high
  
  Drag on my words like an herb from a peace pipe
  But extra mash out, I sprinkle hashish on the mic
  Then pop a top on a Guiness giving me clout
  Some say it give a stiff one, shorty ask did I drink a stout
  The mind mix like Heinie and sensimilla
  This goes to my niggas in and outside of Medina
  My chariot carries me to thorough boroughs
  Puffing the underground trail, traying to escape like Harriet
  It don't make sense but it makes cents
  Dollars and cents, making the last couple of lines too dense
  So when you see me rocking a party like Reggae Sunplash
  Don't bust shots, son, my face to your man and give a shotgun
  
  Burn me slow, drag on me as long as you can pull it
  Now shotgun, cause I be number one with a bullet
  Who got some? The second hand smoke's in the air
  Contact, oh my, I'm a get you so high (Repeat 2x)
  
  So while you're lining your L's, unwind ya high buddah blessed
  Some charm, taking you to a higher place of praise
  Soaking in, opening the chamber in your mind you're focusing
  I wrote this in a mindstate of cheeba essence
  Buckwild, beating your eardrums with Thai sticks
  Like tapping bags of weed, he tapping snares and kicks
  What? To the dick and you don't quit
  Roll up that O.C. sack and then spark that shit
  it's all love baby, twist me tight and then kiss me
  Pull on me slow so I burn nice and gently *inhales*
  Drag it, puff the magic, lavish it
  Make me a routine smoke, like a bad habit
  Meant to be in this game, play out our role
  To manage this beat, I keep growing mad like canibus
  
  Burn me slow, drag on me as long as you can pull it
  Now shotgun, cause I be number one with a bullet
  Who got some? The second hand smoke's in the air
  Contact, oh my, I'm a get you so high (Repeat 2x)