Cheech & Chong - Curtis Williams

Blowing strong, chiefing Cheech and Chong

Bitch I stuffed the bong

Strong all in my new pack

Same niggas, got new cash

I sip slow but I live fast

Haters mad, my mom glad

Make that, I spend that

Buy shit, you just rent that

Talking like some money, if you listen you might make that

Chase that

We ain’t used to having, had to chase that

Straight facts

This ain’t make believe boy this is straight facts

Way back

Now my money old and we go way back

Laid back

Now I twist my dutchs and I lay back

A million dollars for conversations

Till then I’m still being patient and waiting

Know we been the greatest

They hate it but still debating

Even they know we up next

My brother Rel said chill

They don’t be knowning your stress

But now it’s all my new shit

Two-9, that’s my crew bitch

My old chick your new chick

Been working hard, I need a new crib

Big blunt on my two lips

We facing these, don’t pass these, got a few licks

Project Patta, purple smoker, pussy poker

Foreign whip, got your girl’s eyes like I’m coca

Loud smoker, distributor, loud broker

Cali weed stay in my lungs, loud smoker

My color man, is green, green, green green green

Money train, all we hear is ching, ching ching ching

Blowing on that Samsung, inhaling that Hercules

Pounds of that Northern Cali, man we murking these

I been blowing on green since I was a fetus

Talking city slick but I’m country just like Cleatous

You want that Cheech and Chong

You need to come and see us

Cause while you sitting round, we sitting next to Jesus

(Halleluyer)