Crooks and castles on my back Good weed smokin Keep the window cracked 101 we rollin Where we Keep some stacked And the Packs too potent We just west coast in This that best coast shit This that best coast shit Crooks and castles on my back Good weed smoking Qp on my lap Which way we is we rollin Just left the B-N-B Weed pack on T-N-T And that canes just hit 3 for 3 I feel sanctified! Please don't kill my high They like, I watch loaded up Bro are you that guy I am him, it's obvious Are you that fried? Take some flics wit the kids And hop in my ride Type in the addy While we fire up another jay Palm trees and good weed Feel the breeze as you can see It's a blessing to see another day Lock my self in the lab Until the sun away Throw Wade on the pad Tell em drum away Bob my head like bro I'm catching another case Life I lead I wouldn't have it another way Crooks and castles on my back Good weed smoking Keep the window cracked 101 we rollin Where we Keep some stacked And the Packs too potent We just west coast in This that best coast shit This that best coast shit I feel like Kanye But I know what KK is Good life In the land of the be be kids Down bad, hustle up Bet the bank gone hit and Ball out, on a punk Cause that hate ain't shit Trade me, I Keep up dubs like Brady, I Can't name another nigga who made me we Crawl together, we gone ball together Stand tall through the harshest weathers This shit forever look Bailed on a rail, well To stop is to fail If I end up paled Somebody gone cause hell What's a worse hell The shock, or the shell Got some checks in the mail Ain't goin back to the mayo Yes I know I'm the shit Since we pointing out smells Been legit Since we was shoving sand in the pail Waves crash on the shore I ride winds through the sales And leaving fuckers wit face on stale