Take two bong hits and roll
I can feel the herb inside my soul
And I don't really wanna get a job
Take two fat rips and mob
She said let's dip
Hold up
Wait real quick
We need two fat rips before we hop in the whip
Smoke bong
Till it's all gone
Always within reach
She the Cheech to my Chong
And I ain't got no time for a relationship
Cause me and Mary Jane are attached at the hip
Road trip
Let's get lit
Arrive from the drive
All high as shit
Two bong hits and roll
I can feel the herb inside my soul
And I don't really wanna get a job
Take two fat rips and mob
Hold up
Two fat rips
Hold up
Two fat rips
Hold up
Two fat rips
Pass it to the left hand side
Hold up
Two fat rips
Hold up
Two fat rips
Hold up
Two fat rips
Puff it and we on our way
Two bong hits and roll
I can feel the herb inside my soul
And I don't really wanna get a job
Take two fat rips and mob
Two bong hits and roll
I can feel the herb inside of my soul
Two bong hits and roll
I can feel the herb
I can feel the herb
I can feel it
Mrs. Chronic the destroyer of strife
And it's ironic her name's Mary cause I'll make her my wife
And I watch my words cause they cut like a knife
And I'll be smokin' Janes's herb for the rest of my life
Pass it to the left hand side
Puff it and we on our way
Pass it to the left hand side
Puff it and we on our way