[Intro]
Uhh. Yeahh
Rest In Peace Pimp C
Fool
Yeah, Uh
Some of my joints be tight, some of my joints be f**ed up
But all my joints gon' smoke so G's gon' get highed up
[Verse]
f** all that sh** you talk
You ain't got no Byzantine chain
Chutes & Ladders, Chevy's - candy canes
b**hes tangled in my slang - pilot language
We a**a**inate them lames
Flash my high beams
Get the f** up out our lane
Say Trade, I swear this sh** going how we planned it
Less a couple n***as though, I ain't really trippin' though
See 'em when we see 'em
Send 'em bottles and a couple hoes
Spread love is the Jet way
All day, me and my b**h ridin' to that Biggie
Up to Texas choppin' wit big Bun up out a meal ticket
Real n***as from my set know I still kick it
Others be like I don't f** with 'em
That's why I don't f** with 'em
I don't know why though, I ain't ever f** with 'em
Would never do that to 'em, if I came up with 'em
Well f** n***as
We roll up bigger than you used to seein'
Smokin' em in places you ain't used to bein'
This is trill n***a season
Real n***as eatin', scrap
Get the scraps if we leave em
Yeah
[Hook]
Some of my joints be tight, some of my joints be f**ed up
But all my joints gon' smoke so G's gon get highed up
Some of my joints be tight, some of my joints be f**ed up
But all my joints gon' smoke so my b**hes get highed up