Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Smoke and Ride, artist - Lil' Flip. Album song Certified, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 01.11.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Real Talk
Song language: English
Smoke and Ride |
| You know I luv smokin' man, I luv smokin' so mafuckin' much I gots me a |
| cannabis card… |
| Ma shit finna expire in two mo days but guess what? |
| I’m gonna get me a new one! |
| (Ha-ha!) |
| So you can be in the hood and smoke yo Swag. |
| Or yo Bobby Brown (That's what they call the regular weed) |
| I smoke that Grade A, Dat Purple, that LA Confidential… (Aye) |
| Lil' Flip: |
| Look nigga, I din blew blunts fatter than Fatman Scoop, the pistol black, |
| the drank 'erbal but ma Sour days are Blue… |
| I’m leavin' too much money at ma weedman house; |
| don’t call me Flip, |
| refer to me as the guy on the couch. |
| I’m Half Baked like Chappelle nigga. |
| In my throwback Gazelles nigga… (Yeeee) |
| I twist ma ganja tight just like a dreadlock; |
| the impact of a charge is like an |
| E under head lock. |
| (Hahaha) |
| I need to stop man, but I can’t kick it, so shut the fuck up, split the Dutch |
| up or roll a Philli. |
| I’m controlling ma city; |
| I don’t do it like we does, |
| look my whole life I only tried three drugs. |
| I’m hooked up in every State like WiFi; |
| I press «2» they buzz me up now look |
| Whaa-laa! |
| And How High ma grape ly, A a hundred mo; |
| I flip Gates a.k.a. Mr. |
| Cannabis Store. |
| (Yessir) |
| Gudda Gudda: |
| See I’m ridin', smokin', windows open, man, this Green Light so potent — and we |
| get high (yeah we get high) |
| Man we get high, yeah we get high (Yeeee) |
| You see we ridin', smokin', yah nigga jus lookin'; |
| man this Light Green got me |
| chokin' and we get high (yeah we get high) |
| Man, I’m so high, man I’m so high. |
| (Uh! Yeeee!) |
| Gudda Gudda: |
| Yeah I’m ridin', smokin', windows open; |
| cough cause I’m chokin' on I-10 lookin' |
| (coughing in background) |
| Big rimz pokin', out like a fat lip; |
| gun on ma hip fo you niggas on that jack |
| shit. |
| Tall couple drinks, ya ma styrofoam buddy, with a deuced po’d in the Big Red; |
| it’s muddy. |
| Gotta watch ma back befo da haters try ta deal wit me; |
| that’s why I roll one |
| deep, two steels wit me… |
| I let the law watch ma back, not anotha nigga. |
| Ma girl watch ma back befo you other niggas. |
| So I watch the laws through ma rear view, let the roof back; |
| now I gotta clear |
| view. |
| When I in Miami I gets Sky High; |
| one bitch ride wit me when I ride I-95. |
| Gotta watch niggas comin' from da blindside. |
| You can see the smoke in tha air when I ride by… |
| CHORUS (repeat) |
| Gudda Gudda |
| Lil' Flip: |
| We get high! |
| (I'm high too!) |
| Let’s get it!!! |
| I luv 'erb, surp and mushrooms. |
| I get curved den I swerve to my bedroom. |
| (Huh!) |
| I sit alone in my four corner room, staring at cannis; |
| ma dro loud like a banjo! |
| Ma clothes stank cause dat kush got a potent smaill. |
| I’m not from Harlem, but I just blew a Big L. |
| In Amsterdam they got ma post-ahs in the greenhouse and for ma burfday I got |
| kushed and codened out… |
| Ma Chronic cost the same as ya daddy’s condo, now tell Teechya to bring ma |
| goodies pronto! |
| Ma Lambo stay gettin' sprayed wit da ozium; |
| now we in Dade County fuckin' round |
| at Opium. |
| We poppin' Ace of Spades, that there around ma braids; |
| I paid twelve stacks for |
| a chromed heart built chain! |
| Now that’s ballin', we never fly commerical; |
| I get ma trees in more towns, |
| now don’t dat sound universal? |
| (Let's get it!!!) |
| CHORUS (repeats) |
| Gudda Gudda |
| OUTRO |