Coasting Kilo-G

[Intro]
1995 and I'm high
Buddha run this bitch
Buddha run this bitch
1995 and I'm high
Floating on a cloud
Floating in the sky

[Verse One]
It's just another day, in my hood the C-U-T for the giggity-gangsta love to the capital letter G
And I'm stepping outside, just to see where my love at
Find out where the bud at, and see how many fools want the crooked-crack
But when I think, I don't even get into it
Instead I devote my time to chilling, you know how we flowin'
So I can set the street and hit the front-store
Got some mixed gin and juice and bailed out the door
Had, to get into something, cause its my day, a Friday
And I'll make sure, that everything on my way
Coasting down the highway, feelin' the breeze, it's 80 degrees, and I gots my Glock right between my knees
Cause even though I might be having fun (That's right)
I never leave the pad without packing a gun
So then I holla'd at my partner, Big L
To see what was up with the plant that had the funky smell, when inhaled
Bought the zip then I split the [?]
To roll in these spliffs, thinking about how it was gonna be when I arrive on Mars
Cause I'm 'bout ready to get my blast on
Get with the *inhale* once or twice fool, then you know I'm gone
Off into the cannabis sativa
Just crumblin' up the herb bout to spark another reefer, with my niggas
But some of y'all just don't know the deal
Fool I'm on the real, cause that's just how we chill in the....