Roamin'

If you call me on the telephone

Sorry love I'm not at home

I'm out on the town roamin'

Leave a message after the tone

And I'll get back to you in the mornin'

Oh yeah

Everybody in this town wanna know me now

'Cause every honey in this town wanna hold me down

Roll me 'round 'cause I'm brown like a blunt

So put it in the sky and tell me what you want

Lighter up, light, lighter up

Like it's 1985 and we high as fuck

Lighter up, light, lighter up

Like it's 1985 and we high

Yo, I kick of my shoes

I keep the weed in my sock

I'm going 85 and I ain't gonna stop

Unless the beat drop and I see those cops

Try and pull me over 'cause I'm hot box

Windows locked, stay bumping that cock rock

In and out the carpool lane like a hot shot

Drop top, I got it at the chop shop

Mario don' owe me one favor for that ganja

If you call me on the telephone

Sorry love I'm not at home

I'm out on the town roamin'

Leave a message after the tone

And I'll get back to you in the mornin'

Oh yeah, yeah

Yo, I'm a breast man, face man, leg man, ass man

Gentleman? Yes ma'am

Ask them, they my clientèle

And their eyes is red 'cause they high as hell

Brain like baboon, body like Gizelle

Lady gazelle run fast as hell

I'm the shit, ma, that's the smell

The next big thing, can't ya tell

The phone ring, can't pick it up

Life moving too fast, gotta live it up

Gotta live it up, can't trade a Trans AM for a pick-up truck

Yo, I work hard all day in the garden

And it's starting to show for something

Limousine that they chauffeur son in

Drive me around with the music bumping

Listen, call me on the telephone

Sorry love, I'm not at home

I'm out on the town, roamin'

Leave a message after the tone

And I'll get back to you in the morning

If you call me on the telephone

Sorry love I'm not at home

I'm out on the town roamin'

Leave a message after the tone

And I'll get back to you in the mornin'

(One more time man)

If you call me on the telephone

Sorry love I'm not at home

I'm out on the town roamin'

Leave a message after the tone

And I'll get back to you in the mornin'

Oh yeah

Fuck, fuck yeah, yeah I'm high

How you think a brother man supposed to survive

Take five, matter fact take a drive

And think about life while you still got time

Smoke a little weed, drop a couple rhymes

Make a couple dollars to save a couple dimes

Draw a couple lines on some paper, make a sign

Hang it on my dressing room door, it's time

If you call me on the telephone

Sorry love I'm not at home

I'm out on the town roamin'

Leave a message after the tone

And I'll get back to you in the mornin'

Oh yeah

Everybody in this town wanna know me now

'Cause every honey in the town wanna hold me down

Roll me 'round 'cause I'm brown like a blunt

So put it in the sky and tell me what you want

Lighter up, light, lighter up

Like it's 1985 and we high as fuck

Lighter up, light, lighter up

Like it's 1985 and we high as fuck

Yo, I kick off my shoes