Listen, me on the telephone Sorry love, I'm not at I'm out on the town Leave a after the tone And I'll get back to you in the mornin', oh
Everybody in this wanna know me now 'Cause every honey in this town wanna me down Roll me round I'm brown like a blunt So put it in the sky and tell me what you
'er up, li-light 'er up Like it's nineteen eighty and we high as fuck Light 'er up, 'er up Like it's nineteen five and we high as fuck
Yo, I kick of my shoes, I keep the weed in my I'm goin' five and I ain't gonna stop Unless the beat and I see those cops Try to pull me over I'm hot box, windows locked
bumpin' that cock rock In and out the carpool lane like a hot top, I got it at the chop shop Mario, the only one for that ganja
Listen, me on the telephone love, I'm not at home I'm out on the roamin' a message after the tone And I'll get to you in the mornin', oh yeah, yo
I'm a breast man, a man, leg man, ass man Yes ma'am Ask them, my clientle And they eyes is red 'cause they high as
Brain like baboon, body like Lady gazelle run as hell I'm the ma, that's the smell The next big thing, you tell?
The phone ring, can't it up movin' too fast, gotta live it up Gotta it up, can't trade A Trans-Am for a pickup
Yo, I work all day in the garden And I was startin' to for somethin' Limousine that show for somethin' Drive me around the music bumpin'
Listen, me on the telephone love, I'm not at home I'm out on the roamin' Leave a message the tone And get back to you in the mornin', oh yeah One time, man
Listen, me on the telephone love, I'm not at home, where you at? I'm out on the town roamin', yeah, yeah, you me Leave a message after the And I'll get back to you in the mornin', oh
Fuck, yeah I'm How you think a man s'posed to survive Take five, matter fact take a And about life while you still got time
Smoke a weed, drop a couple rhymes Make a dollars to save a couple dimes a couple lines on some paper makin' sign Hang it on my room door, it's time
Listen, me on the telephone Sorry love, I'm not at I'm out on the town roamin', yeah, yeah, you me Leave a message after the And get back to you in the mornin', oh yeah
Everybody in this town know me now 'Cause every honey in this town wanna me down me round 'cause I'm brown like a blunt So put it in the sky and tell me what you
Light 'er up, 'er up it's nineteen eighty five and we high as fuck Light 'er up, 'er up Like nineteen eighty five Yo, I off my shoes