I Gotta Problem Songtext
von Potluck

I smoke haze when my head hurt, kush to calm my temper
Smoke it everyday, January ′til December

Sick from the munchies, Dr. Peppers and Doritos
Southern Cali taco shop, three dollars for burritos
Higher than a cosmonaut, smoke the best pot
You think your weed is better? Probably not
Every time I get a date, get high and show up late
Baby, I don't need no rubbers ′cause I just shoot blanks
I look like Jackie Chan or like I was from Japan

I roll fat blunts like me 'cause I'm the man
My block got more firefighters than a street parade
′Cause my house catchin′ fire from all the weed I blaze
One hit from my blunt and you'll probably need some first aid
Knew every dealer′s first name when I was in the first grade
Don't ever roll brown, so I don′t ever come down

My folks, they grow pounds and I'll smoke your whole town


I got a problem with gettin′ high and rollin' a blunt
I think my brain gon' fry ′cause I be smokin′ too much
Every day, I tell myself that I need to quit
The next day, I wake up, puff a blunt and forget
I got a problem with gettin' high and rollin′ a blunt
I think my brain gon' fry ′cause I be smokin' too much
Every day, I tell myself that I need to quit
The next day, I wake up, puff a blunt and forget

I toss blunts around like frisbee, smoke more than chimneys
While the parents askin′, "Hey, where the hell the kids be?"
We gettin' stoned in the redwood trees
Every hour that passes, see us passin' more weed
Smokin′ too much, fuckin′ my brain up
Takin' away the pain, I′m lovin' the way she makes me
Puff, puff and pass it, it′s so fantastic
If you got some of that bomb, then best
Believe I'll match it (What you got?)
Just a crazy little dude, I′m tryna stay high

It happens daily and lately, I live a lazy life
I should rise and recognize I have a problem
But me and the weed is like Batman and Robin
I need weed like you need the right ringtones
I get stoned and repeat it like I'm Mike Jones
I get stoned and repeat it like I'm Mike Jones
I cut clones and puff dro in every time zone


I got a problem with gettin′ high and rollin′ a blunt
I think my brain gon' fry ′cause I be smokin' too much
Every day, I tell myself that I need to quit
The next day, I wake up, puff a blunt and forget
I got a problem with gettin′ high and rollin' a blunt
I think my brain gon′ fry 'cause I be smokin' too much
Every day, I tell myself that I need to quit
The next day, I wake up, puff a blunt and forget

I need to get help, but I′m allergic to rehab
And ever since kindergarten, had a fiendin′ to be bad
I was cussin' out teachers, ditchin′ and bumpin' my speakers
Flossin′ my sneakers while I be puffin' on reefer

Well, I smoke reefer too, me and my whole platoon
Has been puff, puff and pass since I came out the womb
Cut class, puff grass, never talk to cops
Borrowed a car from pops and hot box the block

Hotboxin′s like a ritual around my way
'Cause my smokin' is habitual, a pound a day
And my mama always said I should never give up
So I′ma keep on rollin′ blunts and keep a pound in my trunk

While you were rollin' them blunts, we was hittin′ 'em too, player
While all the other kids were in their rooms playin′ Tomb Raider
So many strains, so many different flavors
It's Humboldt County, homie, ain′t nobody do it greater

I got a problem with gettin' high and rollin' a blunt
I think my brain gon′ fry ′cause I be smokin' too much
Every day, I tell myself that I need to quit
The next day, I wake up, puff a blunt and forget
I got a problem with gettin′ high and rollin' a blunt
I think my brain gon′ fry 'cause I be smokin′ too much
Every day, I tell myself that I need to quit
The next day, I wake up, puff a blunt and forget