Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Breeze, artist - B-Real. Album song Prohibition, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 13.10.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bern One Entertainment
Song language: English
Breeze |
| 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 |
| You wanna book the Doctor |
| But you can’t afford me, |
| But if you got the paper call Harry Gordy, |
| He’ll book you for a consultation, I’ll prescribe you medication |
| You’ll be vibing like it’s meditation |
| Feeling wasted, don’t make me have this shatter |
| Wrapped up round a white girl, put it in the L like it don’t matter |
| We keep rollin' it fatter and fatter |
| She hit it harder pullin' like a monster and I don’t mind that shit for starters |
| Down to the finish, we winning, the flower glistenin' |
| Just listen |
| We twistin' the fire and higher we getting |
| Light up this fire then flippin' and sippin' |
| The finest 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 grind is contagious |
| And I got pages and pages of game |
| And I’m watching all of you fuckin' haters go through your stages |
| Brown bags full of new blue hundreds |
| My old bitch hates, damn my new bitch love me |
| Windows down, fresh air feel lovely |
| Smoke Wax, looks like honey |
| Makes your head feel funny (baller shit) |
| We spend this money like it never runs out |
| You broke, it makes me sick |
| Put this gun in your mouth |
| I had a plug in the south |
| Had me reachin' two thou, used to shit |
| Now trucks, take trips in the drought |
| Gone in the breeze, ocean view for a week |
| I piss pink champagne on a tropical beach |
| Sittin' low, in my old school, turn up the beat |
| Light weed, pull a hand full out of the P |
| Turkey bag boys, you ain’t got it like this |
| 5 gran hash play, burns slow as a bitch |
| We burn big everywhere we go |
| Top show, no blow |
| KK, floatin' out of my nose |
| Let’s roll |