[Intro]
I am very high and very drunk
Where are we?
[Hook]
Attention kids, roll up an ounce
Light up and smoke it in swollen amounts
We are the n***as they warned you about
I thought I told y'all get the f** up and bounce
I thought I told y'all get the f** up and bounce
I thought I told y'all get the f** up n HOL UP
[Verse 1: Oktane]
Naw you little b**h that ain't incense, roll up
Light up, inhale, exhale, slow up
They shouldn't be talking all that b**h grow up
Take your weed ignite it then blow up
Dynamite C4 we are show up
Now I'm on stage got damn it I'm tore up
Bounce b**h, bounce, I don't need that slot sh** in my house
Never need all that, she'll take that
And then bust back and do it all with her mouth
Word to Travis young n***as back
b**h I blast this and make n***as back flip
Young gifted ba*tards all back at rap
You should all react like you love it b**h
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Price Tag]
No, I swear these n***as acting like hoes
These women acting like b**hes theres
Way to many ricos and not enough money making b**hes, damn shame
Oh oh, young crips growin up we was little C's like we was B.I ni**a
From the city where there ain't sh** free but I'm still screaming free my n***as
B-O-Dub gang and you're talking to the presidente
Ever since the tenth grade me and my n***as been taking off days like barbers that need their rent payed
Run that bounce that, show your heart
I ride with animals, Noah's ark
I'm a f** her good and I'm a take her home
And I'm a make her sit in the back like Rosa Parks
Thats Price, don't ask no more
Pa** the blunt, you better ask before
Pa** the bottle we don't drink out cups
Young n***as run the game, don't walk round us, n***a
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Oktane]
Shut up!
Trying to get at the thought of me and combine it with sodomy
And it won't be as baddest as it ought to be
I gotta be a prodigy if you choose outta your three favorite rappers you're gonna swallow me
I am the black Chuck Norris or Van Dame
I don't give a damn damn, or two f**s or one sh**
Whether you come with an army or one clip, I'm shooting like dice
Now f** you where's Price
[Verse 4: Pricetag & Oktane]
[Price Tag]
I make this paper stress like fold out, beds
Real n***a never sold out
And I probably can hear you the haters talking
If my f**ing weed wasn't sold loud
But it is, so what it is same clique never switched real sh**
And I ain't sticking to no b**h unless her name is this script
Hold on !
You know the plan, you know I can't
Be holdin the hands, all i wanted was a pole dance
Then I'm superman that ho like a Soulja dance
And then kicked her to the curb like a soda can
[Oktane]
You know this man and now I can probably say
That now today the I.E's down the stay
And now we pray for everybody round the way
Rest in peace this beat and Rowdy A