throw on my clothes and go
i'm 'bout to roll this loud
light it then blow it down
still wakin up out of my dream i think i'm half sleep
last night we got high as apache
but i ain't know it was that deep
all up in the backseat smoking on that hashish
the best side that's something i'll never let slide
i'm bettin that you can catch vibes
then let it drop from a death defying height step aside
you might catch the vibe tonight
i'm on the highway cruising at a low speed
mind state same color as a nose bleed
pumpin my system breakin down fat trees
top down playground bangin out the backseat
met miss brown now we're rollin like snake eyes
i hit the soul blade puffin on the death star
bass line hum fat it got a stretch mark
interior ash the accents tobacco
jake stay on patrol so we whistle when he pass
we hit the night club slip in through the back
booth stay on reserve so we're sittin where we sat
shots getting passed round
shaking my ass while this song play in the background
it was me bern-bizzle plus angel d
had my man wrekonize on the side of me
when a couple of chicks started fightin violently
spilled my drink when security rushed their ass
god damn man not another fight in the club
we the ones hyping 'em up
end scene now we're back at the bar
we're just actin like rap stars
a fan ran up tryin to bust me a verse
stevie was on stage so i ain't hear one of his words like what?
gave me a blunt filled with something superb
i took a puff of the herb
what a wonderful world i'm sayin