want to know if its dro what you think ho? I'm just twistin' my blunt i'm gettin' high Twistin' my blunt i'm gettin' high [Verse 2: Young Buck] We all get high
to know if its dro what you think ho? I'm just twistin' my blunt i'm gettin' high Twistin' my blunt i'm gettin' high [Verse 2: Young Buck] We all get high
serious What you think it ain't...that serious? I bang clubs and streets it's gettin hot See Mack won't stop until Mack's on top Young black america my
a school Blacks and whites, I guess the shit was cool But in high school I changed Didn't wanna bust, didn't wanna play the game I walked to Crenshaw high
all began on the street, to the back of a blue police vehicle Next come the bookends, the way things is looking It's Friday, you in for a long stay, gettin
we, YB, that's us Too fast, too hard (Take it all, you need me) Young Buck, catch up, yep I'ma prime time player Shorty, don't smoke weed She a high
science so don't front, Cause Brooklyn won't front, naw, we don't front, In fact, it's gettin' like a daily operation, Cenilish born represents my young
police start manhandlin' Picture me grappled, scrappled, snatched up by yo asshole Indicted on some chump charges that I didn't even ask for Gettin' hastled by wild boys, like gettin
- blaaastin' I'm a nuttin, drinkin' Hennessey and gettin' high On the lookout for my enemies Don't wanna die Tell me why cause this stress is gettin' major A buck
my crew pop trunk in that BMW steady swang and bang on them fuckin thangs Im out the South a young G letten nuts hang I bring another young G in on this
waiting Or shooting in the door I have a blind date Maybe fucking in the park Without a rubber on We are not alone When I was young a song, Had no fuckin
walkin' home, so you bust her shit Send her to the hospital, for twenty bucks Beam for a half an hour, that's fucked Other [Incomprehensible] your high
they coverin' the bastard in plastic I smoke blunts on a regular buck when it counts I'm tryin' to make a million dollars outta quarter ounce And gettin
killin' spree Larceny, bent on the marijuana trees Murder contracts, collectin' C note stacks, I react And push the niggaz shit back I never new this young buck
for bodies that they know we did that M shit clean you out like ammonia imagine '89 fuckin' Appolonia. (Clipse) Last name Robinson, first name Stacy I was gettin' Cagney high and gettin
get it gone, break it down to all zones And don't be talkin' on your phone, hello, 'cause we grindin' See I be gettin' cash now, my 84's glass now Ya
