Look,
          in my homies ride i see through smoke half the time,
burnin down ounces faster than gas soaked houses.
catchin attention from every person we pass, reakin of grass
Police on our *** thick smoke makin em laugh,
can't hear **** over the bass,the knobs stuck on max.
Treble don't exist in this 96, playing instrumentals while i roll  joints thick with the flick of my wrist
This ain't our last ditch effort its what we doin daily *****
Black hoodie crew goes hard all black and red no blue