Pass It On

Uh, two hits, then you pass it on

Take two hits, then you pass it on

Take two hits them you pass it on

Pass it on, pass it on

I got my droptop back, layin' low in my - seat

I'm on a mission headin' down the backstreets

It's twelve o'clock gotta get my sack

If I can't get my sack, well it's time to scrap see (Time to scrap)

See, ain't nothin' poppin' if I can't get high

On a high tip gotta get some Chocolate Thai

Now, I see the homies who be slangin' doves

Roll up on him, man its on break me off my love fool

(What's up, fool?)

Stop at the store to get the Zig Zags (Zig Zags)

Not knowin' that the homie in the back had a whole bag

Of them licorice ones already rolled

Take a hit, god damn you just saved my soul

"Two hits pass it on", they say

But I'm a get high everyday all day (All day)

And that's how it is when ya spin

Cruisin' while I'm floatin' with my kin', fool

Take two hits, then you pass it on (Pass the joint)

Take two hits, then you pass it on (Pass the joint)

Take two hits, then you pass it on (Pass the joint)

Pass it on pass it on (Yeah)

Two o'clock A-M, vision hella blurry

Barely woke so this Loc keep swervin'

In and out the lanes, tryna get to the tip

Seems like it's takin' forever and that's on the real

Have some Chocolate Thai, but the indo seems stronger

Smoked a Newport to make my high last longer

Rolled up another so pass me a lighter

And fire it up, so I can get higher

Took a hit then I closed my eyes

I can't smoke no joint without my homie, St. Ides

Rolled to the store, ain't shit you can tell me

My eyes were so red, that Visine couldn't help me

Took a drink to the head, now it's kickin' in

And the tide done hit me so my head starts to spin

I rolled the windows down then I leaned to the side

('Cause some think it's wrong), but you know how I ride

Now here I come slidin' through, wit' my crew

The homies on focus so check the real view

We roll the back door cut so we could plot

To hit 'em up and roll 'em up and get to the weed spot

We get the sack, give 'em daps then we break

I thought it was on, but see my homie Bo's in shape, huh

But that ain't no thang yo, so roll up the window, Twinz got that

Indo

I thought you knew, so now it's on like that, black

I love to hit the Chronic and I'm bombed off contact

I'm with the skirts gettin' love

Now should I fire it up? (Man, hit that shit T-Dubb)

That's the lick so now I stare

From rollin' through the hood they got big respect (Yeah)

Eastside's where I glide

So take a dip with a Loc and hit em up two times right

I hit the corner, guess who's at the red light

One time's there and they got me on sight

Switched lanes straight G (Straight G)

If it's on then, it's on, 5-0 gotta catch me (Gotta catch me)

It's off to the freeway, Loc

A cup of gin in my lap with the Chronic smoke

You can't beat it with a bat

A-C just a blowin' and my seat's laid back (Laid back)

Slapped the homie on dippin' in the 82

Doin' it like a Loc like the thang to do

Gotta always put it down for my **** restin' in peace

The ones locked up that might not never touch the streets

Every toke that I toke is for my motherfuckin' Loc

Take no shorts as I blaze up some mo' smoke

It's just a little somethin' just to let you know

That the real Chronic smoke is on the go

So I'll..