This is easy Sunday morning ... and we're right here on a beautiful morning in Cleveland, Ohio ... and it's chilly, kids are going to school ... the grass is frosty ... this should be my theme song to life ... Hello, Cleveland ...
[Chip's verse:] A nigga like me be so gone Eyes so low that a nigga gotta throw his locs on Wonder what them folks on? That's what they be asking Dumb kush we smokes on Smell it when a nigga pass And, we getting to the cash And, you can see a nigga shining Just a little gold, a couple hoes Couple two-three diamonds Up in the hood where you find them Unless he out on the road Every show gotta bag for the blow And patron all my niggas getting throw'd Like they 'posed to, cause life is short & filled with lots of grief and doubt So I just pull that bag of colorful frosty leaves on out & free my scalp I mean I free my mind A puff at a time I'm up all the time I'm up on the grind So a red bull and a blunt would be fine Just wanna feel fine, just wanna kill time Just wanna relax & think of a rhyme Don't really like sippin' cause I get to trippin' My nigga, just roll up a Lyrics is being cut in the unregistered version