We always rockin' B.E.T.,
or in High Times magazine,
Gangsta G's who like smokin' weed
All we do is hit the bong,
Rich versions of Cheech and Chong
Talkin' bout the bud in Cali

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You wouldn't see me for a week,
Smokin' blunts out on the street,
'Cause I'm the richest thug alive
I'd watch out if I were you,
Steppin' in front of my shoes
My gat would smoke you and you'd fall
You would fall

Fall

Lifestyles of the hip-hop stoners
We're never loners
Never loners
Yo smokin' is not a problem,
My Benz got tinted windows,
Shorty let's hop in

Well you know all the dough you've seen in a life,
That's what it'd take to buy all this ice
But I've got the platinum hits to pay for rollin'
And if you ever got caught smokin' herb
The Wendys would kick you out to the curb
You could always become the next D-o-double g

[Chorus]

Hop in...
Hop in...

Homie you'd fall,
Fall...

[Chorus]

Lifestyles of the hip-hop stoners
We got blunts, hos, gats and ice
We ain't complainin'

Lifestyles of the hip-hop stoners (3x)