I Get High

All my fans askin' me an' shit "Yo, Bleek, what you be doin' On your spare time an' shit?" This what I do man, check how I do, yo I gets high, rollin' down the I95 Ma don't ask why, I love gettin' high While I drive, I can't lie, I puff lye While I drive down the I95 I gets high, rollin' down the I95 Ma don't ask why, I love gettin' high While I drive, I can't lie, I puff lye While I drive down the I95 I put this key in the ignition, start my V Take the clip out the ashtray, spark my trees You know that haze weed backwood roll tight Belvedere cranberry juice mix light Under 30 percent tint, ridin' bent, doin' a quarter Smokin' on what grow under water, my life in order You know I got a pocket fulla sticky The whole BK, light a blunt up for Biggie An' smokeout, I gives a fuck if you got a skateboard Or that new XO out, you blow the row out An' holla, I'mma survive or die I'mma ride 'coz they never take a nigga alive I gets high, rollin' down the I95 Starin' through the rear view from all the shit I survived An' as I ride by, I just tilt my hat Put the car on cruise an' roll up another sack I gets high, rollin' down the I95 Ma don't ask why, I love gettin' high While I drive, I can't lie, I puff lye While I drive down the I95 I gets high, rollin' down the I95 Ma don't ask why, I love gettin' high While I drive, I can't lie, I puff lye While I drive down the I95 You catch Bleek rollin' hay when I'm down in the Bay Hey, it don't stop, I light a blunt up for 'Pac Pop my colla, take another sip of that vodka Hit three wheel motion, locin' in the Impala On them fifty spoke with two pounds to smoke An' the weed come clean, no sticks, no seed Straight bud an' keep the car weed scented Mami be like,? Bleek, we can't breathe in it? Mami, keep cool, let me remove the roof Take a sip of that Bel've an' remove your shoes But ch'ya, recline, baby, smoke good lime, baby This the real green, out the 'High Times', baby We sittin' on dubs, know what that like? Twist enough bud, mami, get your mind right I gets high, rollin' down the I95 Ma don't ask why, I love gettin' high While I drive, I can't lie, I puff lye While I drive down the I95 I gets high, rollin' down the I95 Ma don't ask why, I love gettin' high While I drive, I can't lie, I puff lye While I drive down the I95 I gets high, holla at the I95 Holla at the bar, I can't lie Holla at the bar, I puff lye When I drive down the I95 G'yeah niggas, y'all know Holla at me Smoke one with cha, dawg