leave the studio until a song's done And ain't nothing really hard about getting my cash A big phat house with a million stash You other niggaz got this
want to be free, ohh yeah I be in Oakland, California every day of my life Bass so hard, you think I'm smokin' a pipe And if I don't smoke it, I gots
new Benz with a cellular phone See his diamonds and gold, call him big bank bob Got a ring for each finger and he can't get a job This is not a song
punk bitch but it's always pooh Kiss my ass and spend your cash, on this shit to ride to -goldy- Pushing my dank coke into the key and start the engine Hit song, joking time, smoking
Oakland, California that's where I'm from The city where the boys say you don't want none But if you do, I'm gonna tell you this Trues and vogues ain
) Drank this motherfucker up like hahn (Hahn) We gon' have a ball and party like it's Mardi Gra Even if ya on the wall just clap ya hands Ying Yang in this
ya Nigge Perk land broke and smoke ya spliff all day Go home and buy big tricky with his pretty Impala I got five on the Hennessey, Segrims and 40's Cause this
You can C-walk to this, homey it's still love Nigga I've been bangin' since Mary J. did "Real Love" (If you don't know) I painted the Rover black The West coast is back, I can smoke
it long as they can go to the club and get blitz pick up some chicks and get some digits and the DJ's playing them hits oh this my jam, this my sh-t
[J. Cole] Yea, this is where the yea, this is where the fathers aint living at least not with us might see em round the city and won't even say wassup
paranoia blends with the marijuana Wonder would this high ever end Swear I never smoke again, ya'll niggas blow the weed, let me take another shot, Man this
given, I chose too, leave the club with a couple of hoes who, love to smoke trees, rolling it e-z widers, paper maintain a low speed, now should I proceed, come from a city