Uh-huh, uh-huh, pipes are great.
Uh-huh, uh-huh, I just love the crank.
Uh-huh, uh-huh, you smoke like this,
Uh-huh, uh-huh, that's the way it is.

Calm down, whatcha yelling' for?
You suffer from hangovers,
And if you could only quit the weed,
And the speed,
You got needles in your arm,
That stuff does you lotsa harm,
You're talking to someone one on one but there's no one.


Drugs is your hell, it's hurting your health,
You're downing zig-zags like they are X-lax,
You're tryin' to be cool you're starting to drool heavily,
Tell me

When you smoke the weed your eyes get so dialated,
You're getting hazy,
When you're taking about three acid drops, it's so overrated.
Your eyes get glazy when you,
Hit the bong to the song and you freak,
And you tweak and you think that you're seeing hamsters,
Constantly you're taking weed like you're in that movie "Half Baked", yeah.
No, no, no.

You down robos by the ounce,
Smoking reefers by the pounds.
The drugs you have are not new to me,
So pass the speed.
Line up coke and use your nose,
Bleeding on your preppy clothes
You know you're not fooling anyone,
Now pass the blunt.


Cops coming by, it sucks that you're high,
Your bong is still full, it's loaded with bull,
Trying to act cool you walk like a fool, you see.
Tell me

All the drugs you take make your eyes all dialated,
Yo, get a grip,
You're taking the cocaine now your nose is irritated,
Hope you're not caught,
Hit the bong to the song and you freak,
And you tweak and you think that you're seeing hamsters,
Constantly you're taking weed like you're in that movie "Half Baked", yeah.
No, no, no.

No, no, no.
(Repeat 3 more times)

Shut up, cops are at the door,
Bob is passed out on the floor,
And if we can only stash the weed,
And PCP!

The cops, they still knock, surrounded the block,
They came through the back, they found the zig-zags,
You're now on the floor, and they broke the door, you see,
Tell me

Why'd I have to go and get my eyes all dialated?
I got arrested,
Now the cops are reading my rights, man I'm so frustrated,
They've possessed your drugs,
Got your bong and your pipe and your stash
and you cash that you got from your selling dubees,
Honestly, it wasn't me, I guess I'm gonna got probation,
Oh no.

Man, I hope they don't ask me for anal evacuation,
Man, that would suck now,
Having a big tube up my butt's worse than being castruated,
I shouldn't have smoked that,
With your bong to this song and I freaked,
And I tweak and I think that I'm seeing hamsters,
Constantly this brownie that I had's got me dialated.
Whoa, no, no.0