King Chip - The Last Backwood (Outro) lyrics

Pleasant day I don't say Good Morning because There's nothing quite ‘bout so early in the day time There's nothing to be scared about And it's 6:30 am All the way into 6:30 am again It's kind of an oxymoron, Good Morning I can't remember the last time I had some good morning When at morning it's usually bad, I used to got my [?] I used to got about two or three blunts And I'm feeling low, I probably got one of them phone calls say my home boy got k**ed Back on the East Side in Cleveland So now I'm here in California with my gla**es on, man, this real low Everything is real low, real cool you know Thinking about my home boy man, thinking about How far I've come I had to get on that road, I had to get in that airplane man, I had to really let them know See when you're a real king you're bound to no noun, that means no bounds to hold you down That means you can Live as you please around any town One thing about King Chip You know where I come from I was talking about my home, way other night, I told ‘em it's a good thing to not know which way you gon' go Just sit back and watch the moon Stay pa**ionate, stay active I'm active on this backwoods man I'm very active [?] I'm very active with your b**h I'm very active at the motherf**in' Beverly Wilshire Hotel I'm very active at the Beverly Hills Hotel I'm very active in LA County man I'm very active in Cuyahoga County I'm very active in the United States of America Man I bet you can find somebody that knows some about some, anywhere Right now what I want you to do is I want you to roll all of it See I know you tryna save the last little b**h you got to make two blunts Hell you might even be tryna save ‘bout six [?] hits If you got the last little [?] You got the last little piece of shadder You got the last little corner of wax I want you to dab that right now man I want you to dab your last Now you take that down You gotta breath deep baby but don't breath too deep don't hold it in You got to blow that sh** right the f** out, Jack Shout to everybody getting high on the East Side of Cleveland man Shout to everybody smoking that good weed over there on St. Clair man East Side, West Side Live in the suburbs baby I want y'all to come on out to California if you never been out to California man I think God put his place here for us to enjoy But you know Cleveland is the best place you can be baby I wanna give a big shout to Compton and Watts to all the Mexicans You understand what I'm saying? Clevelafornia That's where I live no matter where I'm at In my mind