So Real So Tight Mass 187 (Ft. Fat Pat & Mary Jayne)

1-8-7...we got [?] that for 9-7...
Nine-six Vogue black Cadillac
Nine-six Vogue black Cadillac
Nine-six Vogue black Cadillac
We smoke-we smoke...

[Verse 1]
We got five true playas
Stayin' high as the Himalayas
In '95 Swishas went out like the L.A. Raiders
But now it's all about the chronic smoke
And I ain't hatin' you can hit it, take a toke, nigga can you cope?
And I'ma bet it's gonna fulfill your needs
And have you lyin' in the weeds
Knocked out like a Tyson swing
Hennessey and cut with a touch of that Tanqueray
I got to stack everyday and get high every day
So true G's stack these to my knees
And pay Double C's
Puffin' on some potent weed
G's to the heart, so nigga you gots ta show me
Some grand felons we aight and only do it by our lonely
Pass the blunt to the right-hand side
And boy it's do or die
Plus we game for life
Sparkin' up the indo, I got the sticky greens
Tilt the 7-Up, mix it with codeine
Leanin', slidin' in my 'Lac when we flip
Sippin' on the syrup, smokin' on that dip
Out to make a million, betta yet a billion
Dollars, in our pockets, y'all can't stop us
A ton of blunts when we roll when we ride
Here the chronic come body numb and I'm high
But I, can't stop 'cause I'm hidin' from the cops
Mackin' on these [?] and the 60s on the slabs