| Song | Loadies |
| Artist | Kottonmouth Kings |
| Album | Cloud Nine |
| Yeah we some west side high ridaz | |
| We reel you a fool for this one | |
| Up in smoke until the day we die, we stay high | |
| To all the smokers and the tokers from around the way, we goin' up in smoke like every day cause we | |
| Loadies, Loadies, | |
| Loadies, Loadies, | |
| Loadies, Loadies. | |
| To all the smokers and the growers all across the land, we goin’ up in smoke until we free the plant cause we | |
| Loadies, Loadies, | |
| Loadies, Loadies, | |
| Loadies, Loadies. | |
| I’m a stoner call me a loadie, a big time toker, high times roadie, you got some good weed? | |
| Call me; show me | |
| I’ll be right there with some glass and a 40. | |
| A burnt out slacker, new age | |
| Spicolli, *was sup dudes* my slight speech slowly, hear the bud talkin’ somebody roll me. | |
| Fire it up, smoke me, somebody smoke me. | |
| What it is and what it was you know we’re puffin on this shit we got the biggest and the greatest shit the king | |
| Kong spliffs, pack another rip so | |
| I can blow it up in the track don’t be nicer to the beats you can hear us with the rap. | |
| You know we get a fifth, and rippin' when were clippin', in the pool smoking chronic yeah you know we like spittin’ stop trippin', stop trippin’ man. | |
| You could catch a feelin' when | |
| I’m spittin' smokin' chronic | |
| To all the smokers and the tokers from around the way, we goin' up in smoke like every day cause we | |
| Loadies, Loadies, | |
| Loadies, Loadies, | |
| Loadies, Loadies. | |
| To all the smokers and the growers all across the land, we goin' up in smoke until we free the plant cause we | |
| Loadies, Loadies, | |
| Loadies, Loadies, | |
| Loadies, Loadies. | |
| If you like to smoke chronic and stay real high, we goin’ up in smoke until the day we die‘ | |
| Cause we loadies, loadies, loadies, loadies, loadies, loadies. | |
| You can smell the sweet leaf when | |
| I enter the room, you know | |
| Richter’s got the bomb that make your head got | |
| BOOM, the crazy kryptonite, super, super triple | |
| A plus, the type of bud that got everybody wantin’ to blaze with us, so would ya pick it pick your pipe up and pack a bowl, or roll up a fat blunt so we all can smoke. | |
| And that’s the shit right there | |
| I said deaf not, deaf, fuck it he can’t hear. | |
| L-o-a-d-i-e- | |
| Loadies, L-o-a-d-i-e- | |
| Loadies, L-o-a-d-i-e- | |
| Loadies, L-o-a-d-i | |
| Yeah we smokin’ weed, yeah, yeah we smoking weed, yeah we smokin’ weed yeah, yeah we smokin’ weed, yeah we smoke we yeah, yeah we smoking weed. | |
| Have you smoked the weed? |
| Yeah we some west side high ridaz | |
| We reel you a fool for this one | |
| Up in smoke until the day we die, we stay high | |
| To all the smokers and the tokers from around the way, we goin' up in smoke like every day cause we | |
| Loadies, Loadies, | |
| Loadies, Loadies, | |
| Loadies, Loadies. | |
| To all the smokers and the growers all across the land, we goin' up in smoke until we free the plant cause we | |
| Loadies, Loadies, | |
| Loadies, Loadies, | |
| Loadies, Loadies. | |
| I' m a stoner call me a loadie, a big time toker, high times roadie, you got some good weed? | |
| Call me show me | |
| I' ll be right there with some glass and a 40. | |
| A burnt out slacker, new age | |
| Spicolli, was sup dudes my slight speech slowly, hear the bud talkin' somebody roll me. | |
| Fire it up, smoke me, somebody smoke me. | |
| What it is and what it was you know we' re puffin on this shit we got the biggest and the greatest shit the king | |
| Kong spliffs, pack another rip so | |
| I can blow it up in the track don' t be nicer to the beats you can hear us with the rap. | |
| You know we get a fifth, and rippin' when were clippin', in the pool smoking chronic yeah you know we like spittin' stop trippin', stop trippin' man. | |
| You could catch a feelin' when | |
| I' m spittin' smokin' chronic | |
| To all the smokers and the tokers from around the way, we goin' up in smoke like every day cause we | |
| Loadies, Loadies, | |
| Loadies, Loadies, | |
| Loadies, Loadies. | |
| To all the smokers and the growers all across the land, we goin' up in smoke until we free the plant cause we | |
| Loadies, Loadies, | |
| Loadies, Loadies, | |
| Loadies, Loadies. | |
| If you like to smoke chronic and stay real high, we goin' up in smoke until the day we die' | |
| Cause we loadies, loadies, loadies, loadies, loadies, loadies. | |
| You can smell the sweet leaf when | |
| I enter the room, you know | |
| Richter' s got the bomb that make your head got | |
| BOOM, the crazy kryptonite, super, super triple | |
| A plus, the type of bud that got everybody wantin' to blaze with us, so would ya pick it pick your pipe up and pack a bowl, or roll up a fat blunt so we all can smoke. | |
| And that' s the shit right there | |
| I said deaf not, deaf, fuck it he can' t hear. | |
| Loadie | |
| Loadies, Loadie | |
| Loadies, Loadie | |
| Loadies, Loadi | |
| Yeah we smokin' weed, yeah, yeah we smoking weed, yeah we smokin' weed yeah, yeah we smokin' weed, yeah we smoke we yeah, yeah we smoking weed. | |
| Have you smoked the weed? |