baby bash
blow it in her face
 i'm high in the party high in the party high in the party i light it up and blow it in her face backwood full of sticky and it gotta be a wood yeah i'm hella picky tipsy pourin liquor on my kidneys on a whole zip when i smoke i need 50 like nuff i got grapes gods gift man i gotta say grace your girl looking like she wanna taste so i light it up and blow it in her face if you keep it lit be the model i think i'm about to move to colorado or seeato i mean seattle somewhere i can smoke where you niggas can't tattle long dreads like mac dre no rare-o chick go that way i'm bout to roll up a fat j and fire up with the dj cuz girl scout loud pack from a car though light it up lemme give her a charge though and i better get your weathers late cornrow smoking shit that'll give your ass parvo top shelf nigga good for your health nigga growing in the woods make a nigga wealth bigger hot head and she drop dead gorgeous but bad bitch on my side that i'm watchin all night we gon post shit around the bay on this mothafucking ghost shit half a pound on a road trip and i bet we gonna blow bitch party buss falled out like its burning now that's what i call higher learning and if the dj keep the table turning we gonna get higher than messiah no sermon it was me i did it the purple in the air i lit it i'm on further gone me and cousin smoking like cheech and chong i'm finna blow it up its a bomb thing break it down roll it up i'm the fireman you can catch it in a backwood i was smoking on that cookie bad bitch say she wanna taste so i light it up and blow it in her face i was somewhere outter space this this shit slapps this beat bang fucking with baby bash on them airplanes turnt up but i'm twisted off the hurricane follow everything hoes wanna jock i be on my high ones they don't do the socks,