The club over let's head to the car
It's only right
It's only right to keep the windows up
Yeah
If we rolling who gon' light the Dutch
Smoking with the window's up
No chasers up in my cup
'Bout to call my crew and now we riding (we riding)
We riding
If we rolling who gon' light the Dutch
Smoking with my window's up
No chasers up in my cup
'Bout to call my crew and now we riding
We riding (Yeah)
I'm just floating down the boulevard
I'm about to take my crew to Mars
We gon' be high 'til tomorrow
Cause we um, we just
Smoking with the window's up
Smoking with the window's up
Smoking with the window's up
Smoking with the window's
And We riding (we riding)
We riding (Yeah)
Hit my first blunt at 16, trying new shit with my flock
Boog rolled up on Biggie, should've nicknamed her Pac
It was a one-time thing, shortly after I stopped
But that did
Not last longer than a few years
Started again as I pursued my degree
Learned quickly that the white runts will set yo mind free
Don't need no codeine
Don't need no Molly
Just me and my tree
And a cup of Henn probably
My strand of weed is so potent
And I aint even smoking
Put them thangs in a brownie and you guaranteed to be toasted
Mama said, "what's that smell," I say honey that's my lotion
I hope she got the notion
It can't be bought, you got to grow it
First you laugh then you hungry
You laugh then you hungry
Then you sleep it off to the morning
Moving slow moving like Bernie
Damn, all this for one burner
Yes, all this for one burner
I puff puff pass then I turn up
Turn up
If we rolling who gon' light the Dutch
Smoking with the windows up
No chasers up in my cup
Bout to call my crew and now we riding
We riding
If we rolling who gon' light the Dutch
Smoking with my windows up
No chasers up in my cup
Bout to call my crew and now we riding (we riding)
We riding
Yeah
I'm just floating down the boulevard
I'm about to take my crew to Mars (take my crew)
We gon' be high till tomorrow
Cuz we um, we just
Smoking with the windows up
Smoking with the windows up (up)
Smoking with the windows up (up)
Smoking with the windows (up)
And We riding (We riding)
We riding (Yeah)
She smoke a little weed but her shit together
They smoke a little weed and get lit whenever
And all my bitches with they bachelors
Or they Masters
Got one rolled up, I ain't mad at cha (I aint mad at cha)
'Cause you sleeping good, Tempur-Pedic mattress
You got a stash plus hella more
Shit I'm high from my split ends to my pedicure
And my weed sweet (sweet) like kettle corn
And, if yo shoulders hunched
Just buy a dime and take a puff
Cause that's enough
If yo day was rough
I call my clique and
She call her clique and
We roll extendos, 6 inches
No cracking windows
I want that smell to hit my temple
My body nimble
And 5 shots we call it nickel
5 dimes in a rental
And yeah, they my kinfolk
What the fuck am I in for
What a night
Who got a light?
If we rolling who gon' light the Dutch
Smoking with the windows up
No chasers up in my cup
Bout to call my crew and now we riding
We riding
If we rolling who gon' light the Dutch
Smoking with my windows up
No chasers up in my cup
Bout to call my crew and now we riding
We riding (Yeah)
I'm just floating down the boulevard
I'm about to take my crew to Mars
We gon' be high till tomorrow
Cuz we um, we just
Smoking with the windows up (Uh)
Smoking with the window's up, smoking with the window's up
Smoking with the window
And we
Riding
Yeah