An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red
That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get
Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.
All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime
Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's
Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress
Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on
Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong
Thanks to you, d p s drowns!
Yo we get the dank and bounce
If only i could go back into the 80’s
Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes
Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.
No car key and i mean that
It´s the battle of life
Rollin' down the four o five
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