I roll up
Blow grapes in The Bay, all day
I can't see straight
Okay(okay)okay (okay)
I roll up
Blow grapes in The Bay, all day
I can't see straight
Okay(okay)okay(okay)
Aye
Blow grapes in The Bay, all day
Okay I can't see straight
I'm gone and I'm never comin back
I just took a hit of the grandaddy fat
But the kush got me lifted
Like a present Big Steve, I'm gifted
She got me on her wish list
No Christmas
Like a blunt, once its gone,
You gon' miss it
I'm rolling up like a sleeping bag
Nic Nac I be on, you ain't hittin that
And if I can't buy a swisher
I be really mad
And if my bitch don't smoke
Then it's really bad
But I love it when my weed's all purpley
You know me
I only get the coke in my slurpee
I'm usually with the 6 riding through Berkeley
In Toby, errrr swerving
I roll up
Blow grapes in The Bay, all day
I can't see straight
Okay(okay)okay (okay)
I roll up
Blow grapes in The Bay, all day
I can't see straight
Okay(okay)okay(okay)
Yeah, so go ahead and pass the blunt my way
And they wonder why I'm high all day?
Every swisher's being packed with them grapes
Coming straight from The Bay smelling like that stanky, stank
As baby girl flips another plane
I'm smoking on a chop, wonderin how I'm functioning
Satellite high, yeah I'm chillin on the mily way
Catch me in the sky with a lighter and an eigth of grapes, floating
I'm superman high, call me Clark Kent
Roll down the windows let the car vent
In the days of the purple haze
And my tree blue and grey
Call it Devil Ray
Yeah, getting settled in the settler
Baby girl going bad
They should settle her
Now we paper plane cruising
Eat a meal, take a nap
And we're snoozing
I roll up
Blow grapes in The Bay, all day
I can't see straight
Okay(okay)okay (okay)
I roll up
Blow grapes in The Bay, all day
I can't see straight
Okay(okay)okay(okay
We in the drop-top
So take a hit, relax lean back
Take your top off
Young Fess no chase with my pop off
Yeah, and I'm hot like salsa
Yeah, and I smoke like I'm Rasta
Baby girl I wish you was a sack and
I could cop ya
No lie baby, I'm with the 6 and we rollin
In the Bay, baby
I'm smoking tough and I'm hella high
Late night, northern lights
Gotta pass the time
I need my blunt rolled tight
So I can sleep right
Not burning spice
Eyes red like a stop light, floating high
In the air, I'm pollution
Starting Six bitch
And you know we real zooted
It's young Frug, and I didn't cop the sack
I got it for that grizbie
And my minds off track, going crazy
I roll up
Blow grapes in The Bay, all day
I can't see straight
Okay(okay)okay(okay)
I roll up
Blow grapes in The Bay, all day
I can't see straight
Okay(okay)okay(okay)