LA Leakers - Irie lyrics

[Hook] I wake up and roll some dank up with my n***as I got on the phone and caught up with some b**hes I got dressed, I mixed the Tisa with Versace I smoked a joint and took a BR, now I'm irie I'm irie, I'm irie, I'm irie I'm irie, yeah, I'm irie I'm irie I'm irie, I'm irie I'm irie, I'm irie I'm irie, I'm irie [Verse 1] When I'm in Brooklyn I send runners to bodegas Don't bring no dutchie back homie, I prefer papers, I prefer papers And I got love for the Nets but it's still Lakers I turn my music up, f** my neighbors I hit JFK, I'm going back to Cali I got some OG Kush from San Fernando Valley My n***a Beezy on the way from Humboldt County We keep some organic weed, damn it, we from gra** valley I got a bad b**h riding shotgun with the shotgun Pocket full of money and some condoms I'mma drop your b**h back off when I'm done Hope you make your b**h get in the shower That's your b**h, she my b**h, too She let the homie hit too n***as be cuffin' while their b**hes be f**in' My n***a, that ain't nothing new I'm the n***a that your b**h come to When she wanna cheat on you I'd probably be tripping, too, but I got more b**hes than you [Hook] I wake up and roll some dank up with my n***as I got on the phone and caught up with some b**hes I got dressed, I mixed the Tisa with Versace I smoked a joint and took a BR, now I'm irie I'm irie, I'm irie, I'm irie I'm irie, yeah, I'm irie I'm irie I'm irie, I'm irie I'm irie, I'm irie I'm irie, I'm irie [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] It's Taylor Gang, I get so high that it's irrational When I pull up in first cla**, it's international I know some ratchet b**hes and they rep the North side We ain't smoking on that pack unless it's certified Blowing by the zone, n***a, worth the grown Smoking on that strong, give me dome while I'm on the phone Take you to my home where we zip it up and pack it Roll them joints up big as f**, they tell me slow my roll This young boy gonna live it up Pa** the loud, you'd think that I smoke flavors No b**hes in the hood that don't smoke papers Ain't tryina hear 'bout what you need because I got it It's on the plane cause I can't leave the crib without it Claim you smoke more weed than me, I really doubt it If she wake up and roll a joint that mean she 'bout it And rest in peace, go to my n***a Ray Now we call it KK and we smoke it all day Straight to the face, f** what the police say [Hook] I wake up and roll some dank up with my n***as I got on the phone and caught up with some b**hes I got dressed, I mixed the Tisa with Versace I smoked a joint and took a BR, now I'm irie I'm irie, I'm irie, I'm irie I'm irie, yeah, I'm irie I'm irie I'm irie, I'm irie I'm irie, I'm irie I'm irie, I'm irie