Chris Calor - SK8 lyrics

[1st verse] I done been some places but they nothing like my city Riding 'round in my city Top down in my city Shawty top down in that Hemi ROARING, soaring Off that high grade never mid sh**, buds looking foreign Yea that's that Afghan Kush Presidential Indica, breaken straight off the bush Roll it, light it, uh Crack a dutch, ignite it Shawty smell and, get excited Once she notice who the pilot was The young and fliest Cough like bronchitis caught a lung Smoking the finest got her hung Up in smoke, Cheech and Chong And 'this my daily routine We just smoke good, and pop pills On the way to that green 'N yeah we... [Hook] Smoke kush and take E (All the real n***as 'round my way love to...) Smoke kush and take E (And the b**hes 'round my way love to...) Smoke kush and take E [2nd verse] I ain't the average type of squirrel on a hunt for a nut I be with ya girl while you askin' what she want for lunch Ill-rude-type of n***a k**-you-type of n***a Im the pick a bad b**h like she'll do type of n***a [?] I failed school, too-cool-type of n***a And I got you lames sick, "need a new-diaper-n***a" The homie Matt said "you just too hype 'a n***a" And everybody know there's only two type 'a n***as I sip lean get screwed up, pop the X and I'm rolling Hit 110th and I'm uptown riding thru like I'm patrolling Strapped up, Trojan Cruising, slow-motion No destination, just rolling... [Hook]