[Intro: DJ Cheesehell]

(yeah)

We smokin' in 2003

May as well call it two thousand and weed

I've got a quarter pound, I pray they don't bring the hounds

To my property

Yeah, yeah if I could've known them

We were dying to get gone

(Yung Samel in the building)

[Verse 1: John City]

I'm walkin' and i'm walkin' and i'm walkin' through the field of hemp

All I see in front of me is massive large fields of hemp

(shmoke it up, shmoke it up)

It's all that I can see and it's all that I can smell

I'm runnin' and I'm runnin' and I'm runnin' through the fields of hemp

[Chorus: DJ Cheesehell & John City]

To get gone

(2002)

I walk across the fields of hemp

To get gone

If could've know that

(Robitussin)

We wеre dying to get gone

Hеmp in the pipe

Hemp in my life

We were dying to get gone

Dreaming’ like I’m walking through the fields of hemp

Dreaming’ like I’m walking through the fields of love

I will die for the hemp

(We were dying to get gone)

Hemp, hemp is all I need

Hemp completes me

[Bridge 1: John City]

I just wanna know if we’ll be together when we die (when we die)

I just wanna find someone to make them my wife (oh yeah)

I was born in ’99 and I ain’t got life

(Oh baby, will we meet again, oh)

[Breakdown: Lil Meatus]

Don’t give me anything but that fuckin purple

(Robitussin, Robitussin)

I want lean in my life

I want lean in my life

I want lean in my life

Don’t give me anything but that fuckin purple

I want lean in my life

Don’t give me anything but that fuckin purple

(We were dying to get gone

We were dying to get gone)

[Bridge 2: DJ Cheesehell]

That beautiful dream

Seem so far away

I’ve almost lost all faith

But then I see…

[Reprise: John City & DJ Cheesehell]

I will die for the hemp

I will die for the hemp

Motherfucker

[Outro: Lil Meatus]

Dealers of god

We’ve been on this shit forever

(Dealers gang, we in this shit, uh)

Yeah don’t fuckin test us I got fuckin 30 cobbers out in fuckin Narre Warren

They’ll fuckin shoot you in the fuckin brain

Then they’ll fuckin dig a hole and then they’ll kiss you goodnight

And then they’ll fuckin shoot you again

Oh they’ll fuckin cut your body up

They’ll fuckin take you to woolies

They’ll fuckin bag you up

They’ll fuckin check you out

They’ll fuckin scan your fuckin body parts

Yeah they’ll turn you into mincemeat, mate

Bro