They havin a smoke out in my backseat
You thought that cool, oooh
Twisted on these, twisted enough gain on enough caper
I do smoke grass but I dont smoke no ones tree stump
And buddha pack, and doja sack, and the cloudy cat, I'm mackin
They havin a smoke out in my backseat
A white tint, and imprinted from the indo
I give them love, what?
I dont mind if I take a toke or two
Which is home, to this Dove Shack
That upliftin feelin connected to the bud
Now tell me whats up, is it the bomb
Headin to Cerritos
And as we slide, four deep to the Eastside
And remember, two hits and pass
With the flowed up AC low chronic flowin
Because I might roll up a whole half
Pass me the blunt and split it
For some ends and some skills whichever comes first
Paraphenilia, stand here from zig zags to buddha pipes to blunts
Or better yet get smoked out until my lungs burst
Yeah, pass it to me C
I know the doja got you tweakin in the back seat
They havin a smoke out in my backseat
Pass it on, pass it on
Pass it on, pass it on
They havin a smoke out in my backseat
And here we go, down Atlantic don't panic
They havin a smoke out in my backseat
Yo nigga pass the bud like we used to do
And light up another one BLOUNT fool
I dont mind if I take a toke or two
Pass it on, pass it on
I got that bud, what?
But if you got somethin on it, join the smoke out in my backseat
The fat ass dove, yeah
And we rollin through the hood with the humps and the rumps
A clouds of smoke fill the inside of my ride why
I'm twisted so much, my name should be licorice
In them 50-packs for them nasty ass blunts
And pass it back to me
They rollin sack after sack its gettin ridiculous
Okay, who got the Zig Zags aka rollin papers
Hit it now admit it
Yo nigga pass the bud like we used to do
Yo nigga pass the bud like we used to do
Got just brought it out
They havin a smoke out in my backseat
On top of the clouds lookin over the mad ass Eastside
Got just twist it out
Yo nigga pass the bud like we used to do
And nigga sucks for all you broke ass indo fiends
So roll up the bud and dont forget about the brew
Japanese eyes, describes the effects of the blunt
To get the blunt thats crunchy like Doritos
So pass me the white pack, the orange or even blue
Mind's on blank, so fuck the reminiscese about the past
AC, is blowin on my way to the studio
I dont mind if I take a toke or two
You as high as fuck
We havin a smoke out in the back of the MC
Summertime in the LBC through the 12th a blowin
They havin a smoke out in my backseat
Ticklish describes the senses
Ship that shit to the front
They havin a smoke out in my backseat
To the left hand side
Your eyes are closin up
Hit that muthafucka bout two times and pass it
Chumps, ain't allowed in the ride
I want the contact from the dove shack
Yo pass it on, pass it on
Suck one, suck two, now I'm feelin high as you
Speakin of Doritos
Yo nigga pass the bud like we used to do
So you wont take more than you supposed to
Yo nigga pass the bud like we used to do
So meet me half way across the seat
I supposed to stop at 19 store in and out
You ain't gotta be no thug, to love
I dont mind if I take a toke or two
The fattest doja dimes one has eva seen
Yo nigga pass the bud like we used to do
But lets do this kinda fast
That you can purchase in these wild city streets
They havin a smoke out in my backseat
Matter a fact them newspapers over there will do
With that lighter
They havin a smoke out in my backseat
They havin a smoke out in my backseat
Yo nigga pass the bud like we used to do
So roll up the windows tight
They havin a smoke out in my backseat
As the atmosphere swells up with smoke
Back in the old days
Sometimes proper bitches gotta wait outside
And I'm watchin yo ass
Oh I haven't told ya, no need for the zig zags
