Touchdown
Berner,Mozzy,B-Real,Rexx Life Raj
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This is Jay P Bangin'
It's early on a Friday, pre-rolls twisted
I'm ridin' 'round lifted, I'm high and I'm livin'
Body in a pound cake, the milk ain't out yet
Hopped out the Benz, weed crumb on my outfit
Eyes all bloodshot, high in my mugshot
I was thirteen gettin' high at the bus stop
Bernie keep a big bag, all the other shit trash
Lookin' at my head stash, damn, this shit crazy
When I'm out of town, tell the weed man lace me
I'm lookin' out my window, please don't raid me
The weed got me paranoid, the whole spot smoked out
Smoke another cannon, my OGs coked out
Talkin' 'bout life and my homeboy's grow house
All this new-new, I'ma show you how to show out
My whole room sold out, I'ma get it where you need it
They pay a hundred dollars for a gram out in England
Rollin' big dope up (Rollin' big dope up)
You know I got it on me (You know I got it on me)
And you know if the price right (You know if the price right)
I'll get it to you OT (Get it to you OT)
'Cause every time we touch down, it's a touchdown
Nigga, run it up (Ayy, run it up, ayy, run it up)
You know it's a touchdown when we touch down
We get higher up (We get higher up)
Na-na-na, na-na-na, hey
Yeah, big clouds when I fire up (Fire up)
The view mainey when you higher up (Ayy, when you high up)
Blue cook with the diamond cuts (With the diamond cuts)
Ayy, what he want? Tell him line me up (Ayy, tell him line me up)
I'm hella high, but I ain't high enough (I ain't high enough)
I'm mad as fuck that I ain't buy enough real dope
We gon' smoke until the roach up, it's still smoke
I'm loaded from last night, nigga still off
Put him on with a duffel, that nigga still broke
Put him in the position, what is you stealin' for?
Tap in with Bern like, "When can I get the Bireo?"
You got a peek from TSA, that shit a miracle
Crack package and a booby trap packed bracket
Nigga taxin' for the half, you might got some action
Designer marijuana, yeah, they know what's happenin'
California nigga tryna get the love of Kansas
Rollin' big dope up (Rollin' big dope up)
You know I got it on me (You know I got it on me)
And you know if the price right (You know if the price right)
I'll get it to you OT (Get it to you OT)
'Cause every time we touch down, it's a touchdown
Nigga, run it up (Ayy, run it up, ayy, run it up)
You know it's a touchdown when we touch down
We get higher up (We get higher up)
Na-na-na, na-na-na, hey
With the round corners, po-pos on us
'Cause we top movers, hold the top on us
Weed game on savage, yeah, we ain't the average
Got the leverage, yeah, we get the cabbage (Get it, uh)
Paper in the luggage, we hold a lot of baggage
Need a ticket to the greatest show, come and grab it
Tell the story like Old Glory, oh Lordy
Keep a stack like four stories, no worries
No sorries, no sorrow, yeah, we full throttle
No stoppin', no lookin' back out of the shadow
Roll it out heavy, unapologetic
We out to get it, we out, out to get it
Rollin' big dope up (Rollin' big dope up)
You know I got it on me (You know I got it on me)
And you know if the price right (You know if the price right)
I'll get it to you OT (Get it to you OT)
'Cause every time we touch down, it's a touchdown
Nigga, run it up (Ayy, run it up, ayy, run it up)
You know it's a touchdown when we touch down
We get higher up (We get higher up)
Na-na-na, na-na-na, hey