LYRICS
Ayy ayy step back mother****er, watch out!
La la la la la we don't give a ****
Ayy y'all niggas ain't ****ing with us, bro
La la la la la
I'mma get it like this b***h
Yo I got the green, Don Juan
I'm in the hood, blow the horn, bom-bom
This pimping ain't for free
Here's a coupon
My backwoods packs I turn to a futon
I got my eyes on seven figures
And I'mma get it whether I move
Crooked like Jack Thriller's
I'm shit ting on 'em
I smell like a winner
Don't hit the bathroom for like 40/45 minutes
Redman and we up in this shit, huh
I never cruise, I work to be the top gun
And I'm a dog off the collar
The m*******a globetrotters
You got bud, I holler
Ayo this one b***h
That roll up that smoke
When I hit the shit spot
My pockets go broke
We high, we high
We high, we high (say it again)
Ayo this one b***h
That roll up that smoke
When I hit the shit spot
My pockets go broke
We high, we high
We high, we high (say it again)
It's the four horsemen
Call for reinforcements
We ain't looking for endorsements
We absorb your portions
We can roll the indo or sativa if you need to
Got to wear house pop
With the bit' she's a heater
Two on the lighter
With party b*****s dancing, getting higher
They all fire ladies never tire
Got her soul inspired now we flossing out
Sipping on some Hen 2.0, for your cotton mouth
This beat is banging like a Cali block in the 90s
Really ****ing grimey and the po-po's right behind me
16's popping, smoke blowing out the window
When we roll up in the spot it's very simple
Uh, yeah, uh-uh
That's what you do
Mt. Kushmore in the building
Big Snoop, Method Man, Redman, B-Real
Shout out to Wiz Khalifa and Sen Dog
You know! G-yeah!
I ain't here to bring the East back (nah)
I'm here to relapse
And now I'm outta rehab
They ask me where the **** at
Go get a **** app (homie)
I got that shit that have your P.O
Getting P.O, ask me where to pee at
My G, pack the streets of New York
I give 'em G-Rap
I'm cool, on the road to riches
To get my G back
I'll be that, Killa Beez mind your beeswax
Past 10 o'clock when ya still
Don't know where your seat at
Ask Big Snoop
It don't take a Crip to see that
B-Real, what you read about Meth Man
Believe that
I'm nice, I gots no chill
Go get a ski hat
In fact, put ya twitter on ice
Chill with the feedback
From the days of Cheech & Chong
To Willie Nelson
Everywhere that I go
I blow fo sho, you smelled it
A lot of y'all ****ing with me
Saying I'm on your bucket list
But I ain't the one to be ****ing with
See, I'm like a quick game of tic-tac-toe
Take three in a row
Aye lil nigga, gonna hit that door
I'm back with my niggas Earth wind, no snow
And I got the fire on Mt. Kushmore
So let it rain like
The leaves of a c******s plant
When I say it
I mean it as a matter of fact
Well I outta
Slip mo shit in your daughter, for starters
Leafs by Snoop, may I take your order
Ayo this one b***h
That roll up that smoke
When I hit the shit spot
My pockets go broke
We high, we high
We high, we high (say it again)
Ayo this one b***h
That roll up that smoke
When I hit the shit spot
My pockets go broke
We high, we high
We high, we high (say it again)
Ain't nobody ****ing with my dogs
I be that hamer of side of me
Ain't nobody ****ing with my dogs
Ain't nobody ****ing with my dogs
Ain't nobody ****ing with my dogs
I be that hamer of side of me
Ain't nobody ****ing with my dogs