All my fans askin me and shit
"Yo Bleek what you be doing on your spare time and shit?"
This what I do man (nigga)
Check how I do (yo)
Yo
I gets high (high)
Rollin down the I95
Ma dont ask why
I love gettin high
While I drive
I cant lie (I cant lie)
I puff lye (I puff lye)
While I drive down the I95
I put this key in the ignition
Start my V
Take the clip out the ashtray
Spark my trees
You know that haze weed
Backwood roll tight
Belvedere cranberry juice mix light
Under 30% tint ridin bent
Doin a quarter
Smokin on what grow under water
My life in order
You know I got a pocket fulla sticky
The whole BK, light a blunt up for Biggie
And smokeout
I gives a fuck if you got a skateboard
Or that new XO out
You blow the row out
And holla
Imma survive or die
Imma ride cuz they never take a nigga alive
I gets high
Rollin down the I95
Starrin through the rearview
From all the shit I survived
And as I ride by
I just tilt my hat
Put the car on cruise and roll up another sack
You catch Bleek rollin hay
When Im down in the Bay
Hey it dont stop
I light a blunt up for Pac
Pop my colla
Take another sip of that vodka
Hit three wheel motion
Locin in the Impala
On them fifty spoke
With two pounds to smoke
And the weed come clean
No sticks no seed
Straight bud
And keep the car weed scented
Mami be like Bleek
We cant, breathe in it
Mami keep cool
Let me remove the roof
Take a sip of that Belve
And remove your shoes
But chya
Recline baby
Smoke good lime baby
This the real green
Out the High Times baby
We sittin on dubs
Know what that like?
Twist enough bud
Mami get your mind right
I gets high
Holla at the I95
Holla at the bar
Yeah, uh huh
I cant lie (lie)
Holla at the bar
I puff lye (lye)
When I drive down the I95 (5)
Gyeah niggas
Yall know
Holla at me (understand this now, we out, One)
Smoke one with cha dawg
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