Letras
Smoked out (you did good, $lick), smoked out, smoked out, smoked out (it's a smash)
Loced out, loced out, loced out, loced out (I'm so high)
Smoked out, smoked out, smoked out, smoked out
Loced out, loced out, loced out, loced out (I'm so, I'm so high)
Let me take another pull-pull of that dope
I'm so high
Let me check another move, move, oh shit, don't, don't
Hey, hey, hey, hey
I'm a G-R-E-Y-B-O-Y, whole gang 59, and that's 'til we die (gang, gang, gang)
W-E-T-T-O, cutthroat, store the M-3-0, man, your gang don't want the smoke
Still pissed at my daddy, that he nutted in my mama (fuck)
Crashin' 911's boy, I'm feelin' like Osama (yeah)
Underground Obama, my .44 give a speech
If that's what they call high, then I'm fuckin' out of reach (North, North)
Arnold Palmer with the Wock' on the Eastern bloc (North, North)
In my purse I keep a mini Glock, hopin' that they try (North, North)
Just keep on singin', "La-di-da," while their body rot (North, North)
In the hemi, how you like me now? Reaper screamin' (stop)
Hundred twenty months (What?), ten years independent
Divide that by a hundred mil', the price for my appearance (damn)
Dollar sign, no clearance (yeah), the B now stand for business (for what?)
Fuck the industry 'cause G59 is for the children (yeah, what?)
Hit 95 down I-10, headin' downtown (skrrt)
Shawty sittin' shotty, got the pipe lit
Six lanes swervin' she concerned about my drivin', blow up the smoke
She know the acid make my eyes spin, yeah (what the fuck?)
Took the Tchoup Exit off of Rainbow Road
Saw the smoke from the hood, but no, that ain't no ghost
So I pulled the fuck over to watch the Range Rover glow
Laughin' as I watch it burn, but no, that ain't no joke
I got the keys now (I got the keys now)
I do what I please now (I do what I please now)
I can feel that breeze now (I can feel that breeze now)
But when that wind picks up again, I'll be ready
I hold my own weight, I'm heavy (yeah)
I broke the levees, I'm responsible for the endless floods (Blanco)