Chronic Smoke Curren$y

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Higher Than 30,000 Feet
My name is in the streets
My name is my name

[Verse 1]
Uh, a G proceeds to smoke weed
Never have a want, nigga never have a need
Saw my low rider on the Kush D-V-D
Bouncing in the driveway, yeah nigga that was me
I was California cruising in New Orleans East
Bumping D.P.G, turning corners on 3's
Nigga please, you fucking with me?
Clay Davis style, nigga sheeeiiit
M3's got nothing on me
Checkerboard Louie's with the lime green strings
LV pouch full of kush OG
Ball so hard in these N.O. streets
Chris Paul gonna' vote me as the MVP
Give a motherfuck about this industry
And their politics, just recorded a lot of shit
That'll break the world off proper shit
Dropped independents then niggas said, "okay"
I guess this nigga Spitta got something to say
Some niggas hating be like, "he ain't straight"
But they know I got the flow of a motherfuckin' great
These niggas so motherfucking fake
If you see a hater blow some smoke in their face
Tell them bitch niggas raise up
Fly niggas light your J's up