Im buzzin, I need some True Not like the shit that you smoke that you grew Straight from Jamaica where the green grass grow Cop me some Tops and Im ready to go Roll me a big fat bat of the true up Hide my bag while I call the crew up Blaze my J and take a strong toke Then (coughs) choke off the true smoke But aint no thang, Im game to take another puff And as I smoke I say damn thats some good stuff I can roll a J in 3 seconds flat At a baseball game I be blazin a bat In school, I'm cool, smoke a J in the can No homegrown please just straight up Ghan Keep a bic in my pocket cuz im ready to flick Keep the true in my drawls by my balls and my dick If you try to smoke me you can be straight up lit I smoke the type of shit you cant fuck with [chorus] If you take a strong toke it'll turn your lungs blue And that fresh smellin True green grass is on you No tellin how much True I consume The shit's so potent you'll catch a contact in the next room When I blaze it's just like smog Niggaz wake up in the morning and thinks it's early morning fog I gotta have it, gotta smoke it, gotta have it I can afford to be blowed cuz my lifestyle's lavish True's in the house when I walk in the place Blaze up a J and blow smoke in ya face My lifestyle's wild I can never go wrong And I smoke more True than Cheech & Chong [chorus] I gotta get some more True cuz my bag's gettin low Jump in the ride headed for the True store Give me a pound of your best Sensimillia Cuz I come everyday you oughta hook me up a deal Just then the cops had to raid the place So I puffed on my J and blew smoke in they face They put us in cop car, me and my man Jack and Pete Blazin up True in the backseat The cop jumped in and he wasn't jokin He said go to jail or give me that shit you been smokin I said cool and didn't even think about it As for the True, never leave home without it