Mh, mh, mh
Everywhere I go (what? What happens?)
People askin' me (what?)
Yo, Dilla, you smoke weed? (No doubt)
And I just tell em', yeah
Two weeks later, they smokin' weed (word)
That's what I'm talkin' about
I ain't here to tell you not to smoke weed (true)
Everybody get high (get high, fuck it)
I'm here to apply the pressure
You, you, you and you
You and you (especially you)
Come down to the D
I got some shit to blow ya mind

Come here, my peer
Let me apply the pressure, the pressure
Come here, my peer
Let me apply the pressure, the pressure

Yo, what up, my nigga? (What up? Man)
(Yeah, what up with your world?)
Ain't shit, just got off the cell with this girl (what's up with, y'all?)
Yeah, kid, you know what we about to do (what?)
Blaze the haze
Come on, take a puff or two (yeah, right)

Honey draws bees like dookie draws flies
Just like the weed draws me to get high (yeah)
Now I'm not tryin' to bend ya arm (arm)
I just want you to take a hit off the bong
That's all (just one hit, man)

Come on, cool it, I'm not foolish
Quit pullin' my leg baitin' me like cob
My name ain't Craig and I ain't lost my job
Don't mind being odd from out the bunch
And y'all cornerin', me ain't stoppin' me from doin' it
(Nigga, if smoke is so bad, why everybody doin' it?)
I ain't everybody, man (enough with that bull)
(And come take a puff of this real)
Let it change ya whole and feel (go 'head with that, man)

Come here, my peer
Let me apply the pressure, the pressure (the pressure)
Come here, my peer
Let me apply the pressure, the pressure (the pressure)

I got the smoke to blow ya mind (blow ya mind)
I got some shit to blow ya mind (blow ya mind, blow ya mind)
I got the smoke to blow ya mind (blow ya mind)
I got some shit to blow ya mind (blow ya mind, blow ya mind)

Come on, man
Y'all actin' like this is supposed to raise me to the clouds
Shit, the kush we smokin' on would make Bob Marley proud (yeah, man)
And he was one of the illest
Shit, one of the illest ever
(Yeah, he smoked mad trees and still remained clever)
Alright, I, I guess ya right
Ain't no need to guess, put us to the test
Ask ya questions alphabetically
Ok, hypothetically if I did take a hit (uh-huh)
Do I necessarily need to be tastin' on your spit? (This nigga, man)
I mean, shit, I ain't shared a straw since the fourth grade
Yeah, but don't you know that chicks like to smoke and get laid? (Word?)
Don't be a dunce, it ain't gonna hurt you once (I know, man)
Quit bein' a punk, go 'head and hit the fuckin' blunt (yeah)
But won't it take a long time to recover?
(Depends on the brother or sis who's puffin')
Ayo, stop that bluffin' like you givin' a survey
And let us serve the hay to get yo 'mind aligned to the ways of the master

Man, I seen it cast a spell
To plenty to many brain cells and sane cells
A lead to fulfill wants and needs
I heard it's like a gateway to doin' more than weed, man
Man, I love my relationship, I'm no quitter
Mary Jane's my first love and I'ma stick with her
But won't I feel paranoid?
All ya questions is void unless ya try
Come on, man, for once get high

I got the shit to blow ya mind (blow ya mind)
I got the shit to blow ya mind (blow ya mind, blow ya mind)
I got the shit to blow ya mind (blow ya mind)
I got some shit to blow ya mind (blow ya mind, blow ya mind)

Hey, you don't gotta do anything that you don't want to (I know that)
But it's not gonna change you or ruin your persona
Yeah, but what if I can't stop?
Shit, I ain't with bein' no addict (cut that shit out)
Man, please tell him to stop bein' so dramatic (you know you on some bullshit, man)
Just take a hit and let the weed do the trick
Yeah, but will this make me sick?
Come on, quit actin' like a bitch (I ain't bitch, man)
I can blaze the weed and you can make excuses
Now you gonna smell the smoke, my greenest weed produces
You'd probably like the smell too, you probably wouldn't admit it
You'd probably want to hit too (yo, man, come on quit it, man)
Your clearly in denial (yo, man, this shit ain't my style)
How do you know? Come on, let us give you a trial
Let us put you at ease with these trees
With the power to heal and put your mind at peace (yeah)
Increase the level of the highness
My miss express accumulatin' through your blindness
(Wait now, man, come on, man, hit this shit)

Come here, my peer
Let me apply the pressure, the pressure (the pressure)
Come here, my peer (yeah)
Let me apply the pressure, the pressure (the pressure)

I got the smoke to blow ya mind (blow ya mind)
I got some shit to blow ya mind (blow ya mind, blow ya mind)
I got the smoke to blow ya mind (blow ya mind)
I got some shit to blow ya mind, uh (blow ya mind, blow ya mind)
Puff smoke to blow ya mind (blow ya mind)

Let me say something
If you just started smokin' (please don't smoke too much)
(And I'm blazin' every time)
But, uh, to all my smokers (smoke enough)
Yeah, let's get em'
Apply pressure, apply the pressure
Apply pressure, let's get 'em' y'all
Apply pressure

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): David Jolicoeur, James Dewitt Yancey, Kelvin Mercer, Louis Freese, Vincent Mason