LYRICS:
Throw ya Big Bambus up
Throw ya Dutches and packs of Backwoods up
Throw ya Big Bambus up
Throw ya Dutches and packs of Backwoods up

We Gettin Hood High
We Gettin Hood High
We Gettin Hood High
We Gettin budded on a budget
Gettin Hood High
We Gettin Hood High
We Gettin uh, uh, uh, Hood High

Broadcastin live as shit from Bedford Stuyvesant
Hallway of my weed man's crib, I love my borough
Give me twenty bucks and I'll be makin out like Zorro
A dime sack, a Dutch, a couple of loosies and a 4-0
Budded on a budget on some thug shit and I love it
I'm trippin I'm whippin out the piff in public and puff it
I'm sick enough to trip and fuck it up, just shrug and say "fuck it"
I'm from the 5-7-0, you know I ain't above it
I make my way over to my homey's crib
Only cuz I know what a weed head my homey is
I ring the buzzer, usually he's rollin
I only hang out with my phony friends when they Holden
I tip my Kangol and stroll in like the man
Goin crazy like I'm Van Gough-in' HAM on a roll
And my man on the floor, he a hippy
But he got a spliff of sticky, chillin' with two pretty hippy chickies
I dap him, take a seat and ask him 'man, what's happenin?'
"Just chillin, listenin' to Dylan and relaxin'
You wanna play it backwards? I heard that's the shit, yo"
Um, no. But bro? You can pass the spliff though...

Throw ya Big Bambus up
Throw ya Dutches and packs of Backwoods up
Throw ya Big Bambus up
Throw ya Dutches and packs of Backwoods up

We Gettin Hood High
We Gettin Hood High
We Gettin Hood High
We Gettin budded on a budget
Gettin Hood High
We Gettin Hood High
We Gettin uh, uh, uh, Hood High

It's Friday, you ain't got no job, you ain't got shit to do
We gon' get high like a motherfucker so get the crew
Chilln on the stoop, lampin and drinkin juice
Got a lookout at the cookout down the street so we be cool
So just crush the bud, crack the Dutch
Roll that shit up and relax and such like ahhhhhh
Now where was I? Does I remember, cuz I
Coulda sworn that you were warned that my mind wanders
Whenever I get a little time to ponder, man
I get high every night and shit
Hell, I be rollin a spliff while I'm writin' this
That's what likens us, I can tell you how
There's a pretty good chance you're gettin' high right now
Give it a try right now, roll up the Thai right now
No R. Kelly but I Believe I Can Fly right now
A puff of the hay, up up and away
And suddenly I do not give a fuck what you say
I'm the dick in the club handin' other rappers dunce caps
Dub sack hip hop, Call it "blunt rap"

Throw ya Big Bambus up
Throw ya Dutches and packs of Backwoods up
Throw ya Big Bambus up
Throw ya Dutches and packs of Backwoods up

We Gettin Hood High
We Gettin Hood High
We Gettin Hood High
We Gettin budded on a budget
Gettin Hood High
We Gettin Hood High
We Gettin uh, uh, uh, Hood High