Lyrics
Since I'm blown let me flex this
If there's somethin' on yo' mind recline and check this
So smooth not reckless
We can get high and ride from Chi to Texas
Give the game up since I came up
Blew my name up, check out the rhythm
Make them all wanna flame up
Strike a match to a lighter
A message to a young ridah, on the sight of
Pimp poetry I make you lighter than a feather in your Dobb hat
Bitchin' to skins, saw that
I can tell you where the mob at
At the click, summer sunnin' where the broads at
Diggin' all that, smokin' weed until they come and we can fall back
Shootin' back for the small scratch
Trey-Fo' what you call that?
Pull up my drawers Girbauds and doze to pros got called
By the po-po, save it for the phone doe
Bond DeVille, flossin' off behind the wheel it's appeal
Took a chill, but I still had to pose
And if I pause, it's because I left my car and the phone
Can you smoke and ride with a playa, like me, and you? Oh, babe
Can you smoke and ride with a playa, like me, and you?
See uhh, laid back I'ma let the proper game at two rats
In the roll like two sacks
Dub essential when my homey came up
On the same drug for layin' up they holla who that
Double check, just a couple hoes
Tryin' to see where my head was at
On some problem shit
Wish to be up within the party shit
With the blunts and Bacardi shit
With the way she was dressed she might as well
Had nuttin' on your body bitch
Hit the red on my side cause you know how a party get
Nuttin' but the proper cheese
To squeeze a little on and scoot on to proper chick
But really doe, once a man advance
And bend blocks smoke the last of these
Pimp cats done CC's
Heavy G's ninety-six flippin' clips bout naturally
Bags seized through Darnell
Heavy sacks and drop-tops
Now look on your map and spot