nigga we rollin rollin nigga we rollin rollin these cops patrolling patrolling tellin im holding holding my jacket smell like loud cypress hill playing too aint going out like that breath smelling like malibu hitting up this crown fried bean pie, sprite; number 5 two backwoods and a lighter since them woods roll up tighter i used to be a phillies fan but not since victorino bogard like bugsy segal enhale up all the chino i only paid bout a c note since my plug ya freak bro been wit me bout a week doe shacked up like its bout to snow watching evangeleon right up till you tell me when the car bout to be bellin in yo friend had to tell her friends my mens had to tell they mens streets be talking like Ellen degenerate shit kick wit my clique hand signs and taking sips smooth talking and pimp walking on the blade hawkin hoes talkin rolling chocolate no daryl dawkins no bammer up in my apartment reggie weed please make it stop wouldnt use brick for a door stop i used to mick liqour wit the herbs almost nutted up in ya bird had to keep it smoke only too much man have me zoning when im zoning I be dethroning ruining lives and disowning bullet holes and moaning do my damage and im gone mane