light one up
chip tha ripper
how many we got rolled up?
that's not enough. niggas
forever i'll be f-r-e-$-h
chillin' up in ihop with the country fried steak
super smooth kenny g and these raps be the sack
bet them panties gone collapse
such a nutty professor but bitch i'm buddy love
la to the chi now i'm 'bout to head back
cleveland is the city and they fuckin' with me
a lot of niggas comin' up can't say the same ya feel me
here we go mandatory time-wastin' sippin' slow
she mumbled up a great plan 'i can roll the weed up'
pass it. and hope that bitch make it back
pass it. we ain't trippin'
before you hit the fast lane
you gots to yield onto the e-way
even if you gots the fastest porsche or lamborghin-ay
young boss niggas mean you gots to do what we say
when you was our age wasn't no itunes or ebay
only thing old heads know is old bread
new money on the mic boy drop that fo'head
let ya body language shout out and gimme some feedback
i need that to keep the vibe up
nigga ain't nobody gave me a dollar
makin' hoes regret that they let me hit that
and these weed brownies'll blow ya shit back
time is slow when i be blowin'
i be floatin' hoping i could make some kinda dough
some time ago i figured out what life about
made up my mind to stay on this grind and because of it i won't be needing no college
lest they request the presence of a young g
peace to all the girls that don't be shy when they come see
now hands up over them shoulders
the plan is to murder you phonies
been rhymin' since junior high rockin' saucony's
now it's l and v's from head to toe on you jabronies
gettin' paid forever while we zonin' now roll it
pass it. and hope that bitch make it back
pass it. we ain't trippin'