Do it Big

I’m gettin drunk y’all, early in the mornin/ sippin on a 40 while Cory still snorin/ Same thing everyday life is gettin borin/ I gotta get some endo I gotta get goin./ So I drag Cory’s ass up off the floor/ I grab my hat n we out tha fuckin door/ we jump in my caddy n roll down tha street/ I turn on my stereo and bump a funky beat/ well there’s no one around/ ain’t a fuckin sound/ excep for the shit in car that I pound/ we roll up town/ n back on down/ hitting switches and gettin bitches to give us all some rounds/ now we ran outta endo and we needed some more/ so we roll on over to the corner store/ Cory jumps out n kicks in they door/ n tells every Muthafucka to lay flat on the floor/ now he goes for they money and jewels no doubt/ but the 40oz’s now that’s what I’m about/ now it’s time to go so I give my dog a shout/ we bust a slug in the air and we out/ click clock, pop pop, we hop back into my ride/ We pro as fuck that’s how we do it on tha east side/ of the EFV up in the BBC/ Yarrow Boyz, Fun City, family/ Yeah ya know how Mister Mathias gets/ everyday smokin too much weed n cigarettes/ The pot Peter piper/ I pack it with the right type a/ triple A boubonic M to tha cypher/ wait let me clear my throat/ this chronic smoke/ near got me fittin to choke/ still I stop cough, go on wit tha tune/ if I blaze for life I probably hot box my tomb/ that ooh wee startin to cloud my brain/ still I wake up in the mornin do tha same damn thang/ wake n bake makes the day go straight/ if I ain’t smoke by 4:20 I’m gettin headaches./ truly gifted/ function best when I’m lifted/ not sure if it was me blazin the track or if tha spliff did it/ field of trees this weed got me rippin/ finger bang, bust a blunt, lick fold and stick it.