B-Real - Ridin' high lyrics

Switchin' lanes back and forth, puffin' strains of Indo We ridin' high Foot on the gas, car full of weed smoke Ridin' high Laid back, smooth, let it put you in the mood We ridin' high We're the Kings of the Chronic and this is how we do D-Loc: When I bounce out, I got a pocket full of weed Pants always sagged, Double Dash burnin' trees Seat co*ked back, got my sh** bumpin Stop at the liquor store to get a little somethin' Pick a 12 pack up, a couple of blunts Go back to the crib, now it's time to get drunk Call my girl up, cause I need a lil' love Roll another blunt, let the smoke float above J Rich: On a Sunday afternoon, just washin' my car Gettin' it ready for the night and the boulevard Polishin' all the chrome and shinin' up the tires Smokin' joint after joint, I couldn't get no higher Keep a mini-bong chillin' in my cup holder Plus a bag in my lap full of nothin' but the doja Cruisin' out the neighborhood on a slow stoncreek ?? I'm just out ridin' high, simply doin' my thing Chorus B-Real: Hittin' the weed and become just like me Kush smokin' rebel full of THC One hit, two hit, three hit, four Then five more hits from my eight foot Roor Then roll that sh** up and hit it, pa** it around Don't hog it up or we take it away and put you down You wanna medicate, meditate Been known for hittin' the bong Blunts, and the vaporate We ridin' high with an endless supply Because we ridin high and put the red in your eyes We sack it up in three months, packin' the free lunch After the 420, we stackin' the damn money And so it goes if you're holidn' the dro Break it out, blaze it up, then you hittin' & hold With the KMK or the Cypress blend You better twist those ends and go tell your friends Chorus Daddy X: We rollin' out like Willy and the Chocolate Bunch With the tailpipe blowin' nothin' but the Skunk Easy ridin, we some high ombres Westside to the head, smokin hay all day See the police, they ain't phasin' me I've had a lot of cops sit down & blaze with me Throw their guns and their badge on the table And break out a pound of the confiscated label