Lyrics:
and they ghost ride
Go hide when they roll by
It's either this side or no side
We on this side
Either this side or no side
We on this side
It's either this
a pro
I just thought I'd let you know you
Can't take my brew away from me...
[Bizzy]
I gulp my 40 kinda slow; I like to savor it
And while the niggas try
over mountains
let it scream to your ears
let it fly over cities
Would by a car if I could drive
would go from one art gallery to another with
the doo-wah diddy and bust 'em with the pre-roll
Customs jailed me over an herb seed
Don't rat out your boy over some rat weed
I'm out of your back door, I'm
I love it
I love it
Wish I was above it
Haunted by the ghosts all at once
In my loneliest moment
Trying to fill this void
Roll up
So I don't feel so
got a wig in her hair (uh)
But she still a ten (yeah)
It's enough room for her to sleep up in there
But I'm too turnt to sleep in a Benz (let's go)
nigga square
Like sponge-bobs britches
Can’t roll wit ya
I don’t rock diamond
I got bigger crystal
Her pussy so wet
It feel like some misters
I want yo
look, I got irish in my blood
But I'd rather sit and roll me up like a four leaf clover
Smoke it, get me high like supernova
Astrophysical meteor showers
Give a fuck how them man feel
Surrounded by drugs and violence
Let me tell you how that shit feels
Bro nearly got nicked for an AM in the PM
Na nigga I
then I'll gun ya down
I'll stop pulling off heists when I'm dead
Never was bothered much by a price of my head
Because I love the chase
Whether I escape
enough
Bob your head man roll your red, get your grind on and
Forget the FED's
It's going down in H-Town, playa look around we ain't
Scared
We ball
in, let it play and let me blow your mind
It's the dominant conglomerate, prominent and I'ma get
What I gotta get, twist another sweet and bob
in, let it play and let me blow your mind
It's the dominant conglomerate, prominent and I'ma get
What I gotta get, twist another sweet and bob
ain't just the deal
Why I'm in it for
My nigga pissed 'cause I ain't been to see him
I was in the lab
Working on my tape with Rich and Ian
By
Momma said boy you smell like weed, Get yo ass up and go get a degree
You wasting your life, It's gone past you by
I just wanna smoke a little weed,
mouth on my oxygen
You need to ghost, roll, bounce, skate
Jam, split, jet, motivate
It’s 2 AM and the bar is closed
It’s 2 PM and the after hours slows
Yeah I'm holding on my imperfections
Turning on my vocals
Six PM in Austin Texas and I'm smoking on a Benji that's moon far large moonchild
Not
the sour in a dutch
And take purp out the jar
Let me tell you something
Like tip
First she hit the club with you
Now she want be by me
Let me tell you
All
SmokeMan (let’s get high) prod by D Stackz
Chorus: I wanna fly...
I smoke the bud I can’t deny...
Roll up a dub and let’s get hi...
The purple got
niggas want to be and shit
Or niggas just bored, want to be in shit
'Fore they get to rappin', start believin' it
Think they Ali and shit
I roll with
you livin'
It ain't got to be like that
By doing the givin'
It was your own choice
Scratched up your Rolls Royce
Every dumb friend you had
Was
to fly up out it catch you at a club
You get me fiendin
Now, if you wanna roll with me
Then here's your chance
Doin eighty on the freeway
Catch me if you
Jack Daniels samples
I been working plеnty see I lead by example
So if you want a rеal one roll with me
We can have some Fun 2 Nite like Jodeci
Go woh
blue
My second time, your first time
She let me hit on the first night
Foreign cars, muscle cars
Y'all niggas just ain't living it right
Drive fast,
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