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Since I'm blown let me flex this
If there's somethin on yo' mind recline and check this
Somethin 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 em moan wanna flame up
Strike a match to a lighter
And listen to his young ridah, on the sight of
Pimp poetry I make you lighter than a feather in your Dobb hat
Bitch betcha can't solve that
I can tell you where the mob at
At the click, in the summer where the broads at
Diggin all that, smokin weed until they come and we can fall back
Shootin dice for the small scratch
Trey-fo' what you call that?
Pull up my drawers girbauds and doze to froze got called
By the po-po, save it for the four door
Bonneville, flossin off behind the wheel it's appeal
Took a chill, but I still had to pause
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, and Dobb hats
Heavy sacks and drop-tops
Now look on your map and spot