Every time I go out, I'm goin to smoke out I buy it don't even know the price As long as I live it, come pay me a visit, And I'll be somewhere up in the sky My nigga it's 'bout to go down, oh We fly, it's not lie, that we high, 'til we die, oh I've been

Money, hoes, cars and clothes, that's how all my niggas know Blowin dro, 24s, that's how all my niggas roll In a drop top chevy with the roof wide open My partners looking at me to see if my eyes open Cause I've been drank, and I've been smoke Flying

I'll teach you how to stunt My wrists stay rocked up My TV's pop up in a Maybach Benz Nigga you can't see me My Bentley GT got smoke gray rims My neck stay blinging, my rims stay gleaming, I'm shining man I see you scheming, nigga keep on dreaming, I

These niggas don't know the half Smoke stress to get rid of all the stress These niggas don't know the half (show time) Gettin' high for the low, shit was bad (Talk to 'em, rewind now) It's a Friday, I'm 'bout to go off Got my chains on and I'm 'bout to

In that fast thing, speedin' through the city (Skrrt, skrrt) Panoramic brain, and my dash digi' (Dash digi') Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit) Backwood to the face, I don't smoke no Philly (Nah) Drip, drippin' sauce like I'm chili (Sauce)

We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and pack heat Requirements for survival each day in L.A.! It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops Analyze why we act this way in L.A.! Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in this motherfucker (West West y'all) Yeah,

Have a little party at my crib And all the weed is rolled that's how it is When you fucking with some OG niggas blowing OG smoke Don't even gotta ask, you already know, we 'bout to go Young nigga that's more famous than these older niggas Young nigga

Gun smoke (Gun smoke) Yeah (Gun smoke) Yeah, gun smoke (Gun smoke) Put my Glock down, that's a no-no (No-no) When I wear my suit, I tote my .44 (.44) Y'all ain't killin' shit, y'all niggas hoes-hoes (Hoes-hoes) Cryin' over pussy, you a broke joke (Broke

The square root of a kilo is me nigga We gon' have it locked Cause we the only thing to talk about If Michael Jackson came alive right now He'd ask you to smoke one for him So in his honor You niggas Spud Webb, coming up short Think you're Dee Brown,

Where are you going, we should be growing now Where are we going, why are we slowing down Smoke to it nigga, smoke to it nigga Where are we going, we should be slowing down That’s what she said to me That place I used to call home is just a bed to me We