Gettin High

(альбом: Chronic 2006 - 2006)

[Young Buck:]
What up?
Ya'll know who it is
G Unit South in this motherfucker
And you know I don't really dance much
But i'm a sit here and smoke my motherfucking weed

[Chorus: Young Buck]
I'm in the club rolling up everybody smoking
Gone on Patrone and this Ex got me rolling
I'm just twisting my blunt I'm getting high
Twisting my blunt i'm getting high
The block been good I got a bank roll
You want to know if its dro what you think ho?
I'm just twisting my blunt i'm getting high
Twisting my blunt i'm getting high

[Verse 1: Young Buck]
In my city i'm the fucking weed man
Holla at me I got what you need man
These niggas must think i'm a fool
354 oh, I make the rules
Hold on let me show you what i'm working with
The Bubba Kush and that Granddaddy Purple shit
Damn right I got a big old car
On that dro thats in a big old jar
Break a blunt down i'm a fill it up
We 'gon go through the whole pound I don't give a fuck
We 'gon smoke on that Bobby Brown you know what it is
You might got the good but you ain't got this
Yeah, put it in the air
Lets do it like Bob Marley was up in here
I don't share
But you can roll up your own
And we ain't leaving this bitch until all the weed gone

[Chorus: Young Buck]
I'm in the club rolling up everybody smoking
Gone on Patrone and this Ex got me rolling
I'm just twisting my blunt I'm getting high
Twisting my blunt i'm getting high
The block been good I got a bank roll
You want to know if its dro what you think ho?
I'm just twisting my blunt i'm getting high
Twisting my blunt i'm getting high

[Verse 2: Young Buck]
We all get high this is how we do it
Pull up the lean and DJ Screw it
Hot as hell and the hos getting sweaty
I'm twisting my blunt even if they don't let me
You niggas ain't ready
I'm a do what I do
I blow Kush in a hater's face fuck you too
You can't smoke for free
This how its supposed to be
Shorty say she ain't with it then its more for me
Who got a light now?
I mean right now
I'm about to see if its the shit that make 'em fight now
My clique iced out
Hollering G Unit South
We all got four cars and a weed house
Show you what we about
I get my grind on
I won't leave the block 'till every dime gone
And when the police come we getting low
Middle fingers in the air niggas smoking that dro

[Chorus: Young Buck]
I'm in the club rolling up everybody smoking
Gone on Patrone and this Ex got me rolling
I'm just twisting my blunt I'm getting high
Twisting my blunt i'm getting high
The block been good I got a bank roll
You want to know if its dro what you think ho?
I'm just twisting my blunt i'm getting high
Twisting my blunt i'm getting high

[Young Buck:]
This is the part when the gangstas walk
This is the part when you put your blunt down
This is the part when you throw ya hood up
This is the part where we all get high