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[Talking: Chip] How many we got rolled up? That's not enough... niggas ... Chip [Verse 1:] Forever I'll be F-R-E-$-H Chillin' up in iHop with the country fried steak Super smooth Kenny G and these raps be the sack Shined up with the wax, bet them panties gone collapse She just wanna hang out, I'm just tryna ugh Such a Nutty Professor but bitch I'm Buddy Love Rollin' up this eggplant, said it and I meant that LA to the Chi now I'm 'bout to head back Cleveland is the city and they fuckin' with me A lot of niggas comin' up can't say the same ya feel me Day to day coolin', sickest with the J's, F-R-E-$-H Reppin' so plentiful Bitches so difficult Here we go mandatory time-wastin' sippin' slow Chillin' doe, she rollin' up Hella shrimp, Bubba Gump She mumbled up a great plan 'I can roll the weed up' [Hook:] Light one up, pass it... and hope that bitch make it back, shit SongtexteLight one up, pass it... we ain't trippin', we good, fantastic [x3] [Verse 2:] Before you hit the fast lane, you gots to yield onto the e-way Even if you gots the fastest Porsche or Lamborghin-ay Young boss niggas mean you gots to do what we say When you was our age wasn't no iTunes or eBay Only thing old heads know is old bread New money on the mic boy drop that fo'head And pick it back up, now repeat that, and let them feet tap Let ya body language shout out and gimme some feedback I need that to keep the vibe up, let me remind ya, we live Nigga ain't nobody gave me a dollar I fuckin' earned it Makin' hoes regret that they let me hit that And these weed brownies'll blow ya shit back Mind-controllin', time is slow when I be blowin' I be zonin', I be floatin' hoping I could make some kinda dough Some time ago I figured out what life about, received the knowledge Made up my mind to stay on this grind and because of it I won't be needing no college Lest they request the presence of a young G Peace to all the girls that don't be shy when they come see The coldest, now hands up over them shoulders The boldest, the plan is to murder you phonies Been rhymin' since junior high rockin' Saucony's Now it's L and V's from head to toe on you jabronies My nigga we own this Midwest dream on shit Gettin' paid forever while we zonin' now roll it [Hook:] Light one up, pass it... and hope that bitch make it back, shit Light one up, pass it... we ain't trippin', we good, fantastic [x3] Aus Songtexte Mania