Ervin "EP" Pope - Ridin' High lyrics

[Verse 1: NessaSary] Pa**in through hood I wanna holla at my n***as Stickin with the hood cuz ain't nobody f**in with us From the East to the West You f**in with the best Real recognize real, nothing more or nothing less Oh, Oh I think they like me Tell me what your friends say Keep them b**hes buzzing like they saw me out with Kim-Ye Kidding? b**h I get play! Now they in a dismay Staring when they hear me thinking n***as can't be this great f**ing with my fresh? Man I'm fly as I wanna be Lies, why u mumbling? Swat these b**hes down, that's as fly as u gonna be Why? I don't wanna leave Catch with that reefer getting high like I'm tumbling West side chilling with the Lakers Rollin papers, see me out I'm catching vapers Do me favor, add a quarter of that flavor Doobie maker, where that cheese I got that grater, she greater! [Hook] I'm ridin High Smoking on gas, trying to forget about the past I'm ridin high They say I'm moving too fast, slow down, you might crash I'm riding high Sipping my liquor, while I'm puffing my swisher I'm ridin high Blowing my weed, trying to set my mind free [Verse 2: NessaSary] Prolly seen me wood grain whippin' Long hair flippin' Rolling up a jay in the cut, bic flicking Prolly heard me spitting Prolly said she ripping Prolly let the homies here it too and now they tripping Wild'n cuz she got it Swear that she's the hottest Got me looking crazy, cuz the kid is really modest Oops I nearly lost it Reach into my pocket Raw Paper plane, pull it out, then I spark it Challengers are mental, now I'm Feeling sentimental f**in wit me? n***a do u hear the instrumental? Lesser than is sinful Thought I saw u tremble Rugged on the track, but keep it cuter than a dimple Swear this sh** is simple Trust me I'll be gentle But I gatta toss the competition like a tensil Fly individual Poppin like a pencil, plus the pros are hardly active, so I'm popping on them pimples like... [Hook] I'm ridin High Smoking on gas, trying to forget about the past I'm ridin high They say I'm moving too fast, slow down, you might crash I'm riding high Sipping my liquor, while I'm puffing my swisher I'm ridin high Blowing my weed, trying to set my mind free [Verse 3: Devey 2G]