Yeah (what?)
I'm kickin' it for real with B Real (yeah, uh-huh)
(Yeah)
Yo, Marc, kick that fly gangsta shit, uh

Blowed away, flowin' away
Chillin' like a motherfucker
On this hot ass day
Damn, I'm kinda high, so I just
Ride as I glide down the wicked ass South Side
So, as I begin to flow, my label is Death Row
Ya know, Caddy to the flo' (flo')
So fire up the bud for them niggas today
'Cause we be bumpin' with the groove
Gettin' blowed away

Let me take ya by the hand, let me tell ya somethin' good (yeah)
There's a party goin' on, so let's ride through the hood
I don't want to be late, don't want to miss the fun
So hurry up and get ready
Before they roll up a fat one

If you smell any smoke (oh, we smoke)
It's just me and my homies gettin' blowed away
(It's all good, baby)
We're gettin' blowed away (it's all good, it's all)

If you smell any smoke (oh-oh)
It's just me and my homies gettin' blowed away
(It's all good) so baby, won't you get right tonight?

(Ah, check it)
Now we're rollin' three deep in my daddy's Cadillac
And the top is down, the sounds are bumpin' from this ghetto track
If you wanna ride, all you do is pull out your stack
And baby, you can pitch right in for this twenty sack, yeah

If you smell any smoke
It's just me and my homies gettin' blowed away
(It's all good)
Baby, won't you get right tonight? (It's all good)

If you smell any smoke (smoke)
It's just me and my homies gettin' blowed away
(It's all good) so baby, won't you get right tonight?

They say that it's a party tonight
And there will be hoes shakin' they ass left to right (yeah)
I'm havin' some fun, I've got my gun (what's up Well)
No need for rat-tat-tat-tat
Roll a fat one (yeah)

They say that it's a party tonight (ooh, a party)
And there will be hoes shakin' they ass left to right
I'm havin' some fun, I've got my gun
No need for rat-tat-tat-tat
Roll a fat one
And pass it around

Hey
I'm just gettin' off and it's been a long day
So I guess I'll go home and roll up a fat J
And smoke it in the tub while I'm gettin' rubbed
'Cause a nigga like me got more hoes than a rug
Now I ain't tryin' to dis nobody, assist nobody
And I'm sure not the type that'll kiss anybody's ass
I lay, and say what I say
All due respects to Tim and DeVante
For makin' a track that's fat, now it's time to get paid
So pass the J, and let's get blowed away

(Yeah, uh-uh, ah, check it out, uh)
(Mmm, burn it out)
(For real, it's all good)
(Mmm, mm-mm)
(It's all good)
Babe

They say that it's a party tonight
And there will be hoes shakin' they ass left to right
I'm havin' some fun, I've got my gun
No need for rat-tat-tat-tat
Roll a fat one (it's all good)

They say that it's a party tonight
And there will be hoes shakin' they ass left to right
I'm havin' some fun, I've got my gun
No need for rat-tat-tat-tat
Roll a fat one (it's all good)

They say that it's a party tonight
And there will be hoes shakin' they ass left to right
I'm havin' some fun, I've got my gun
No need for rat-tat-tat-tat
Roll a fat one

They say that it's a party tonight
And there will be hoes shakin' they ass left to right
I'm havin' some fun, I got my gun

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Donald Earle De Grate, George Parker, Marc Mcwilliams, Timothy Mosley, Tyrone Wrice