in the trunk Well I got mine on me homie, and if I have to I'll shoot Well I don't think I'm a sucka they better not hip, bip or boot Fuck all of the
Benz truck with my ends up To prove city housin, wheres plenty wildin But there's many thousands of us prepared to do whatever The higher power ask of
it in perspective, reflection in step Step to the left while I rep it to the death Easily approached, smokin' on the roach in coach til I'm so high I'
dick. Roll the spliff, take the toke You either gittin cake or broke You can stay awake or (??) Take a note, take a vote Buy a landslide or tell ya man slide or
you got planned the shot's ? Ask your man, ask your girl, ask your crew I'm hittin high, I'm hittin low what a nigga have to do You want drama I'm a have
daughter a Nintendo now she calling it Dad My landlord's a jerk, the water don't work My little sister twelve and she bought her own skirt Rather do Kirk than do
huh) Put the high score up, then tear the floor up On the world tour with your whore out in Europe Head on the tour bus (ehh) Do what them niggaz in the
just spit now it's dirt Death pressin ya and ya like a hustler on the first ya need work Stand by the grand high exhausted At your door where the portrait
Now she callin' it dad. My landlord's a jerk, the water don't work My little sister twelve And she bought her own skirt. Rather do Kurt than do her homework
out or sober, I'm intellectually thoed Pimp pens on futon, off in my Gucci robe And all praises to my Pa with his high, cause ballers designed To hop
A.W.K.'s sick Make you ride my diznick, cause I'm colder than an ice pick I write this for rightness, or even try to recite this If you do not like this
Sitting on chrome, and my body frame wide Wood block guy, sitting on buck eyed See a pair of thick thighs, ask her do you wanna ride Of course she do,
s where we headed, thinking thoed and trying to have it [Verse 2:] My back against the wall, I ain't got shit to lose Is it greed or green, that keep
filled with buds, fresh off the ganja tree I'm on optimoes, force feeding you these flows The aroma of marijuana, hits like Tyson blows Boat loads of do-do
s covered with tats, we only smoke ball bats That's how we do it, get the stash we screw it We arch you to it, like Nike just do it You had a chance you
to knock down the do' Today is fold, like my baby bro Who put the light up on me, for my high pro glow I'm so fa sho, whether it's stage or studio A pot
Guilty Simpson:] ... out ridin high Girls stop when they see the clique ridin by, on jock They ain't invited unless they gon' drop You do it how I like