[Chorus: Quez]
And they say that we can't roll up
We're fucked up
My feet ain't on the floor, no
I'm floating
And they say that we can't roll up
We're fucked up
My feet ain't on the floor, no
I'm floating

[Verse 1: B-Real]
My pack game on a high level
High plane, but never eye level
When it's your turn you might fall short
Danny DeVito wanna smoke kush
Didn't get it? Forget it
You're fucking pathetic and lacking credit
Contact high, you might get it
Studio boxed out, just been jetted
Got a global image when I start the scrimmage
When I grow spinach, just don't finish
My team aggressive, your team timid
Like Master P, we got "No Limit"
And it's no gimmick
Got no reason to bullshit, 'bout it pleases
Give zero fucks, but you know that
Fire red, and we grow that
High as fuck right now
Better than ever we never come down
Whenever whoever however a pound
Whipping the 50 and pushing the sound
You might be smoking that brown
But we really bring the shit in your town
Yeah, the cleanest shit that you found
'Cause we really green the shit in your town
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