Happy Lyrics

we like smokin and drinkin and doin our thang,
yeah doin our thang we like doin our thang

its time to roll the boss so we can take it to the dome,
and if you ain't hit that shit leave it alone,
cause I'm packin like pac man and jelly and jam,
all with the chronic god damn I'm the man,
gettin lost in the crowd n that purple haze,
got hits for days of the bomb bay,
cause them jaws be jabbin so quit the yappin,
too much convesation and not enough packin

not enough packin you slackin you sloppy,
feel that back hand slap call me poppy,
daddy x the king of all kings,
known worldwide for blowin chronic smoke rings,
ring ring I hear my telephone ring, or
the doorbell ding it ain't no thing I think I'm trippin,
it smells good right,
packed in my world pipe,
we goin all night,
gettin super high

we love smokin our smoke, and drinkin our drink, and doin our thing because it makes us happy, we love pussy and weed, so just let us be, we'll be doin our thing because it makes us happy

It makes us happy you want an explanation, don't like what you're hearin change the fuckin station,
across the nation the outkasts blastin,
trendy pop news that the kings will outlastin,
we got endurance like a bottle of viagra,
or lance armstrong with 2 nuts ridin past ya,
that means we\'re faster like ol dirty bastard,
runnin from the cops with a pint gettin plastered

oh get the fuck out my way so I can blaze today
I say oh,
I got that silver haze that make me feel so great,
so won\'t you pack another bowl so we go to a place I call hotville stone street,
take another rip and we can take a little trip to gonja county that\'s where you find me

we love smokin our smoke, and drinkin our drink, and doin our thing because it makes us happy, we love pussy and weed, so just let us be, we'll be doin our thing because it makes us happy

I like crackin beers in the afternoon,
sittin back sippin on a couple ice cold brews,
you know the dude J Ric be my name,
different points while sippin my shit still the same,
I get happy puffin on a huge fatty,
when my girl calls me daddy,
throws her pusssy right at me,
you ask me how I\'m livin I\'m good A OK evey day up in richters neighborhood

creepin on the low gettin blown off the dro,
and I bet you can\'t find this in mexice,
the motion on the slow eyelids low,
Imma tell em all again but the already know,
if you wanna burn good homie this is where you go,
I got what you want know I\'m all about the doe,
tell em all again but they already know,
if you wanna burn good homie this is where you go

we love smokin our smoke, and drinkin our drink, and doin our thing because it makes us happy, we love pussy and weed, so just let us be, we'll be doin our thing because it makes us happy

(Thanks to Ricky D for these lyrics)