(Eayzie)
get blow'd, in pimp mode, deep in, I creep slow, eyes getting low, like a peep show, divin down Michigan ave please don't ask, how I know,

(Drawer)
i wont, damn, so many hoes, as i see smoke pass, "pass", eayzie says, the shit's passin by my nose, the hot fell on my leg, then it landed by my toe, in eayzie's brand new jetta, "what, in my brand new jetta?" ummmm.. no.. fuck no. (of course not)

(Eayzie)
Using little gas, i downshift passin Cadillacs, passing blunts, back to back, Ez drawer, hodge money in the back, of course, we picked him up last, at least there's a doob lit, when he finally gets in,

(Hodge Money)
dream of smoke, breathe and toke, drivin slow, with eayzie drawer and we're weavin the road,
cant even tell of its the jetta or the truck cuz im high as light and i could not give a fuck

(Drawer)
i could not give a fuck ether, we smokin blunts so fat its like we had to slash it open with a meat cleaver, smokin dro, so no beaners, smokin regs is about as old as beepers, i hear someone beepin, eayzie go straight here.

(Eayzie)
Rydin and smokin, we're so high
Drivin in suburbs, make a right,
Drawers says, "go straight ahead"
But I wanna take a left, at the light,
So I have to go right to go left

(Drawer)
too much clam bake, roll down the window, gettin too high, turn down the Indo, i know im never too high, but this high is it yo, passin on cheeb, cant take another hit bro,

(Hodge Money)
Wheres the ashtray lets find the bistro, I'm feeling like some pancakes and a couple of sweet rolls, maybe some cupcakes for after that pre rolled, quit hittin on slut face, it's time to hit road

(Eayzie)
Got me a new whip, threw out the proto, German engineering, but no leather seats tho, throw it into one, pop the clutch, stutter step like chauncey b b billups, drawer keep that blunt lit...

(Drawer)
that we got when we fa-fa-filled up,
i was high when i got in the whipp, like we roll in this dub, yea you know we fucked, if pulled over by the cops, lay low, we know, crusin subdivision blocks,

(Hodge Money)
Driving down the road, mad toking, buns heading west, we ain't joking, drank milkshakes too fast, throats frozen, pick up girglee next keep roiling

(Girglee)
J-e-t-t-a Jetta, I b-l-a-z-e ganja, it's g-i-r-glee get up, while I make the girls blow chunks

(Eayzie)
Using little gas I downshift passing Cadillacs, passing Cadillacs, I downshift passing Cadillacs, I need some direction, I don't know where to go next, dude This avenues complex, like apartments

(Drawer)
thats what eayzie says, while shits passin by my nose, the smoke's passin by my nose, smoke's got me fuckin zoned, the smoke's got me fuckin blown, it went straight to the head, im baked, eyes red, damn it's got me brain dead

(Eayzie)
Get blow'd, drive slow, by the po-po, waving hello, pull me over, oh hell no

(Drawer)
blunts held low, mood is all mellow, like it's yellow, by cold play, but hell no, that shits so gay

(Eayzie)
that's far from getting play, I can't say I miss the protege, it's too late anyway, like buns run on Saturdays, i ain't talking ladder day, more like four in the A, what more do I have to fuckin say?

(Drawer)
idk.. buy american?
nothing, nine. das is goot.