[Intro]
Hey, you wanna hit this shit?
It's that green tongue, Cali bud
[Chorus]
I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris'
Tanqueray or Alizé, I don't need shit
Nigga, I'm high all the time (I smoke that good shit)
I stay high all the time (Man, I'm on some hood shit)
Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate
Give me a dutch and a lighter, I'll spark shit
And stay high all the time (I smoke that good shit)
I'm high all the time (Man, I'm on some hood shit)
[Verse 1]
Every time I roll up, niggas holler, "Roll up"
Then I tell 'em hold up, you ain't getting money
You ain't smoking in my Benzo, twenty inch Lorenzos
Smoking on indo, high as a motherfucker
I be on them backstreets, niggas know I clap heat
Only if you got beef, man, you better holler at me
Niggas get locked up, stabbed up, shot up
Every time I pop up, a lot going on in my hood
I shoot the dice, I holler get 'em, girls, daddy need new shoes
Daddy need Pirellis to look mean on 22's (Yeah)
Stash box, Xbox, laptop, fax machine, phone
Bulletproof this bitch and I'm gone
2003 Suburban swerving, too many sips of Henny (Yeah)
The D's sick, they searched the whip and they can't find the semis (Woo)
They was just harassing me 'cause they know who I was
Spent the night in Central Booking for smoking some bud
Hey, you wanna hit this shit?
It's that green tongue, Cali bud
[Chorus]
I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris'
Tanqueray or Alizé, I don't need shit
Nigga, I'm high all the time (I smoke that good shit)
I stay high all the time (Man, I'm on some hood shit)
Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate
Give me a dutch and a lighter, I'll spark shit
And stay high all the time (I smoke that good shit)
I'm high all the time (Man, I'm on some hood shit)
[Verse 1]
Every time I roll up, niggas holler, "Roll up"
Then I tell 'em hold up, you ain't getting money
You ain't smoking in my Benzo, twenty inch Lorenzos
Smoking on indo, high as a motherfucker
I be on them backstreets, niggas know I clap heat
Only if you got beef, man, you better holler at me
Niggas get locked up, stabbed up, shot up
Every time I pop up, a lot going on in my hood
I shoot the dice, I holler get 'em, girls, daddy need new shoes
Daddy need Pirellis to look mean on 22's (Yeah)
Stash box, Xbox, laptop, fax machine, phone
Bulletproof this bitch and I'm gone
2003 Suburban swerving, too many sips of Henny (Yeah)
The D's sick, they searched the whip and they can't find the semis (Woo)
They was just harassing me 'cause they know who I was
Spent the night in Central Booking for smoking some bud
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