Curren$y - Chronic Smoke lyrics

[Verse 1:] A G proceeds to smoke weed Never have a want, n***a never have a need Saw my low rider on the Kush D-V-D Bouncing in the driveway, yeah n***a that was me I was California cruising in New Orleans deep Bumping D.P.G, turning corners on 3's n***a please, you f**ing with me? Clay Davis style, n***a sheeeiiit M3's got nothing on me Checkerboard Louie's with the lime green strings LV pouch full of kush OG Ball so hard in these N.O. streets Chris Paul gonna' vote me as the MVP Give a motherf** about this industry And their politics, just recorded a lot of sh** That'll break the world off proper sh** Dropped independents then n***as said, "okay" I guess this n***a Spitta got something to say Some n***as hating be like, "he ain't straight" But they know I got the flow of a motherf**in' great These n***as so motherf**ing fake If you see a hater blow some smoke in their face Tell them b**h n***as raise up Fly n***as light your J's up [Hook:] I'm living like a baller, whoa Add the money, I'm blowing hella chronic smoke I'm living like a baller loc Add the money, I'm blowing hella chronic smoke [Verse 2:] Homie I'm just loc'in, got that low low on them dayton Spokes, and tryin' to keep it in focus Cause I don't want ya'll to notice That I'm loaded, I been smoking I am twisted, and I wish that I didn't drive Got to give the keys to tweet, play the pa**enger seat On the cellphone to see if your girl home It went to the voicemail and a n***a didn't leave no message A live b**h will respect it She called right back and gave me directions Now she in the Chevy and the b**h half naked Blowing on a zip of that best sh** Prolly f** around and ride all the way to Texas Life in the fast lane, spent half my life on an airplane But I wouldn't let a motherf**ing thing change [Hook]