Breeze Berner (Ft. Wiz Khalifa)

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
Oh, we get gone in the breeze
Late night smoking the weed
Riding sitting low in the seat
Just tell me if you’re ready to roll
Oh

[Verse 1: B-Real]
You wanna book the Doctor
But you can’t afford me
But if you got the paper call, [hurry?]
I’ll prescribe you medication
You’ll be vibing like it’s meditation
Feeling wasted , don’t make me have this shatter
[?] around a white girl, put it in like it don’t matter
We keep rollin’ it fatter and fatter
She hit it harder like a monster and I don’t mind her
Came to the finish, we’re winning
Just listen
We’re twistin’ the fire and higher we’re getting
Light up, inspired and flippin’ and sippin’
And find this shit, wired and trippin’
We keep climbin', the elevation is too much for you bitches
Come on face it off the paper that was chasin'
Seems outrageous but the grine is contagious
And I got pages and pages of game
And I'm watching all of you fuckin' haters go through your stages