All my fans askin' me and shit

"Yo Bleek what you be doing on your spare time and shit?"

This what I do man (nigga)

Check how I do (yo)

Yo



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I gets high (high)

Rollin' down the I95

Ma' don't ask why

I love gettin' high

While I drive

I can't lie (I can't lie)

I puff lye (I puff lye)

While I drive down the I95

[Repeat]



[Verse 1]

I put this key in the ignition

Start my V

Take the clip out the ashtray

Spark my trees

You know that haze weed

Backwood roll tight

Belvedere cranberry juice mix light

Under 30% tint ridin' bent

Doin' a quarter

Smokin' on what grow under water

My life in order

You know I got a pocket fulla sticky

The whole BK, light a blunt up for Biggie

And smokeout

I gives a fuck if you got a skateboard

Or that new XO out

You blow the row out

And holla

I'mma survive or die

I'mma ride cuz they never take a nigga alive

I gets high

Rollin' down the I95

Starrin' through the rearview

From all the shit I survived

And as I ride by

I just tilt my hat

Put the car on cruise and roll up another sack



[Chorus]

[Repeat]



[Verse 2]

You catch Bleek rollin' hay

When I'm down in the Bay

Hey it don't stop

I light a blunt up for 'Pac

Pop my colla

Take another sip of that vodka

Hit three wheel motion

Locin' in the Impala

On them fifty spoke

With two pounds to smoke

And the weed come clean

No sticks no seed

Straight bud

And keep the car weed scented

Mami be like Bleek

We can't, breathe in it

Mami keep cool

Let me remove t