Diesel, hash, or purple
Diesel, hash, or purple
Diesel, hash, or purple’s what we passing through the circle
Diesel, hash, or purple
Diesel, hash, or purple
Diesel, hash, or purple’s what we passing through the circle

I’m blazed, I’m dazed I am out this world
I am way too high to care about these girls
I’m blitzed no shit so get off my back
Unless you got five on it then get off my sack
If it’s potent that I’m smokin’ I’ll be tokin’ ’til I’m chokin’
‘Til I’m floatin’ ’til I’m hopin’ that my parachutes will open
I ain’t jokin’ I’m an addict I’m a mary jane fanatic
If my momma’s in the basement then I’m blazing in the attic
Automatically I’m labeled as another one those kids
Who is tragically unstable cause the drugs is who he is
So lock your doors and windows cause I’m runnin’ towards your crib
With a bad case of the munchies and I’m coming for your fridge
We smoke all over town every park and every alley
Got the bud blueberry Cali, got the dutch from cherry valley
If you lookin’ close to nothing you’ll see us at every rally with our signs in the front
And two dimes in the blunt
Baby I got stress and I know what helps it
Pass me that new bong and let me mikey phelps it
Smoke it where I want bitch, I don’t care who smells it
And I don’t have to buy it cause my homie mikey sells it
(I’m fresh I’m fly I’m always high, got your bitch wavin’ at me when I roll by)
I’m blazed I’m cool, straight A’s in school
I am rap Simba countin’ down my days to rule
Light up the
Diesel, hash, or purple
Diesel, hash, or purple
Diesel, hash, or purple’s what we passing through the circle
Diesel, hash, or purple
Diesel, hash, or purple
Diesel, hash, or purple’s what we passing through the circle

(Imitation of Chezaray’s girlfriend)
“Oh my god, Frankie’s such a stoner, he’s always craving slurpees
Or turkey-flavored jerkies (chuckle) I think he gave me herpes
I know his dick is cheating, love is such a scary game
He draws hearts around the name, who the fuck is Mary Jane?!”
Mary Jane, I can’t explain about the way you make me feel
I’ve never felt this way ’bout anyone, I think this may be real
But, don’t you get confused, when I’m finished and I’m through
I’mma pass you ’round the crew, so my boys can hit you too
And I’m leaving evidently cause I’m feening for some Wendy’s
Chicken sandies, BK dollar menu, Mickey D’s and Friendly’s
Fuck a Beamer, Benz, or Bentley, we cruisin’ in the Civic
All my dudes’ been gettin’ zooted off this buddha since we lit it
If you tellin’ me to quit then I don’t care for the convo
I smoke like a manhole under Marilyn Monroe
And don’t try to tell me what the fuck to do
Cause if you didn’t like this song, well this blunt’s for you