Lyrics Smoke and Ride - Young Money, Lil' Flip

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