[Intro: Eminem]
Yeah! It’s Been A Minute
This Probably Shoulda Happened A While Ago
Fu*k It, We’re Here Now Though, Let’s Go
Yeah! Man, What The Fu*k? Yo
Yo, Snoop, Oh! Man
Yo, Let Me See–, Let Me See Them Buds
I Can’t Even–
Man, That Sh!t The Size Of My Hand, Dogg
(That Sh!t’s Gone Make Me Relapse)
The Fu*k?

[Verse 1: Eminem]
That’s How I Know That
I’m In The Studio With The Doggy (Where?)
In Californi’ ‘Cause My Homie From Long Beach
Always Got That Bomb Weed (That’s Why?)
I Feel A Calm Breeze (Yeah!)
Every Time I Palm Trees (Get It?)
Just Like That Blonde Bleach
I Went Platinum Then So Did My Albums (Yeah!)
Calvings Turning Me Into A Zombie
‘Cause These Buds Are Like The Hulk
They Are Twice The Size That His Arm Be (Grr)
And That Is Some Strong Green (Strong Green)
Gotta Contact, My Contact Lenses Are Foggy
I Might End Up In Walgreens (Yeah!) Pharmacy
With My Arm Asleep
Gone Off Lean Mixed With Dramamine
I Will Treat Paula Deen
Like A Fu*king Human Pin-Ball Machine
Bouncing Balls Off Her Tonsils
If Why All Are Seeking The Smoke
I Got All The Weed
I Am A Walking Mother-Fu*king Marijuana Leaf
And I’m Here To Stay
My Reign’s So Definite
My Longevity Needs A Hearing Aid (What?)
Still Wearing Hanes T-Shirts
I Done Bodied Some Features With Legendary Names (Yeah!)
Was There When Dre Turned
The Chronic To Monetary Gain (Woo)
‘Cause Dope Is Addictive
Just Like They Call It Mari-Ju-Ana
‘Cause Like Marriage, You Wanna Marry Jane
It’s Like You And Spider-Man Feel The Very Same (Yeah!)
My Adversaries Came
But These Little Degenerates Are My Lineage
And When It Come To Pockets, Weren’t Many
If Any As, Skinny As Mine, B!tch, I Was Penniless
Now I’m Plenty Rich
And This Sh!t Don’t Make Any Sense (Yeah!)
I Was In The Mother-Fu*king Pinch Like A Titty Twist
Now I’m Sitting As Pretty As Each Penny Is
While I’m Penning This In The Lab On You Guinea Pigs
I Ain’t Finna Fool Them
And In Fact, Give Me The Semi
And When I Pull The Big Guns Out That Trigger
Pull It Until The Mother-Fu*king Sh!t Runs Out Of Bullets
Somebody Better Call A Ambulance (Woo)
You Live, It’ll Be Miraculous
I Got More Hits Than A Contract Killer
Like The Caterpillars That Don’t Got Antennas (What?)
Other Words, I Don’t Got No Goddamn Fillers (Woo)
Mount Westmore, You Did Not Plan For This (Nah)
From Detroit All The Way To Los Angeles (Haha, Yeah!)

[Chorus: Eminem]
Put Your Doobies High If You Reside In 213
Let’s See Them Blunts Raised (Brra)
Whether You Eastside Or Westside Of The 313
Let’s See Them Guns Blaze (Brra, Brra, Brra)