True

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

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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

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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