[Verse 1: Jam Jeffery]
Been around the block, once or twice, with my buddies high
Find me at spot, with the bud, always getting high
Always getting by, always burning time
Always her in mind, but that dog going to lie, lie, lie
Posted up since '99, signing on live from the cul-de-sac
Rolling up a thirty sack, holding down the dirty stash
Ash on the pong table, where the fucking Bird at?
Need him, yeah, you heard that, fiending with the weed cats
Learning that I need them all, learning that I need the calm
When I'm gone, you can call, but I hear the golf
Never fear the cops, weed in here, we teeing off
Year before he healing Bos, we be chiefing God
[Hook: Pat Money & Jam Jeffery]
Kick it, kick it, kick it, Kick it on the low
Sinning, sinning, sinning, Ma don't even know
Get it, get it, get it, Get it on the low
Hit it, hit it, hit it, On through the back door
On through the back door, If you want to match, sure
On through the back door, Ask for the password
On through the back door, On through the back door
On through the back door, Ask for the password
[Verse 2: Pat Money]
Searching high (searching high), searching low (searching low)
Getting high (getting high), moving slow (moving slow)
Right around the side, through the back door
Still the same damn kids, not doing what we told
Well, here's one for the man who couldn't tame us
Who couldn't take me out the only place where you go to duck the trouble
When we pulling up a chair, grab the Bird, and on the double
Man, the place, you know the basement, where they down to get up
A couple J's (a couple J's), some 2k (some 2k)
Like I said it's enough (enough)
Sailing in the waves of the basement
Fit to move slow, lay low, get stoned like ancients
[Hook: Pat Money & Jam Jeffery]
Kick it, kick it, kick it, Kick it on the low
Sinning, sinning, sinning, Ma don't even know
Get it, get it, get it, Get it on the low
Hit it, hit it, hit it, On through the back door
On through the back door, If you want to match, sure
On through the back door, Ask for the password
On through the back door, On through the back door
On through the back door, Ask for the password
[Verse 3: Jam Jeffery]
In the cut, in the cut, diamond diamond in the rough
Got the stuff? Not enough, dial up the stuff
In the cut, in the cut, kind of kind of not so much
In the cut, in the cut, find us out the lunch
Smelling what the Rock is cooking, and it smelling danky
Drifting all around the block, it's why the neighbors hate me
Hit the bong, flip to Chopped, it's why the haters ain't me
If you gone, sing along, it's why the basement save me
Cause it's simple see, we take the weed and leave the world
Keep in Listorine, this the place to leave the girls
The curtains and the shows (man), The Porches and the hoes (man)
The porches and the Droman, turn up the fucking slow jam
[Hook: Pat Money & Jam Jeffery]
Kick it, kick it, kick it, Kick it on the low
Sinning, sinning, sinning, Ma don't even know
Get it, get it, get it, Get it on the low
Hit it, hit it, hit it, On through the back door
On through the back door, If you want to match, sure
On through the back door, Ask for the password
On through the back door, On through the back door
On through the back door, Ask for the password
[Verse 4: Pat Money]
Break it down, roll it up, smoke it down, we going up
We some Midwest kids, just like the rest could give a fuck
So, break it down, roll it up, smoke it down, we going up
We some Midwest kids, just like the rest could give a fuck
The neighborhood still blame us (blame us)
Got parents complaining, cause we failed to abstain
Thus we must have lost our brains a long time ago, right?
Think we out the good fight, but I've been kicking the whole time, alright?
So, I'm going to do me, yup, and you can do you
Youngin's fucking 19, smoking doobies with the crew
Screaming die yuppy scum, get a clue Scooby-Doo
Just kick it around the back, make us whooping "Hooty Hoo"
