HeyLeeroy! — Rollin Up

Uh Rollin' up a blunt, smoke another one Roll another one & smoke another one & roll another one & smoke another one & roll up & roll up. (Yo) Now kick back, relax & pull out the fuckin' green Every time you open up the baggy, all it does is scream Smoke screens off the Zig-Zag, shootin' through the seams Tellin' me, that life ain't what it fuckin' seems I'm Mr. Clean, I spit it mean & burn it up like gasoline & get shit jumpin' Like a motherfuckin' trampoline Ask about me please All it be is my routine & when I'm done you'd think You seen a gruesome ass murder scene On this fuckin' track, 4th North is where I'm at Kickin' back, smokin' fat Flame ass Buddha In the sack & I got ya bitches nails straight diggin' in my back Cause ya know, that I spit it Like a motherfuckin' mack. ( Yeah) You know how I do Chillin' with my crew Hangin' out with Mary Boutta pull a choo-choo & ya know I gotta giddit Tryin' hard just to spit it Don't even know ya bitch & she wanna get with it So I turn right around Feell-her-up & then I hit it She cannot get enough But she won't admit it Eh Life's a bitch & then ya die That's why we get high Cause ya never know When ya gonna go Tryna get this dough Duckin' them FIVE-OH Niggas creepin' slow Since you on the low Hatin' on this nasty flow & I don't give a fuck With this dank up in my blunt Tryna get this money Like a motherfuckin' hunt & Catch Me Slippin' is the name of the crew I kick it right back while being ill like the flu & if you don't like me What the fuck you gonna do? Ask me if I'm lyin', cause I always go & tell the truth Write it all up, then kill it in the booth I'm finna put down on a fuckin' gold tooth So spark up that shit & roll it all up Tryna go ham, with this heem up in my cup My name is Dan The Man, if you see me Say wassup, if I'm going hard. Don't fuckin' interrupt & mic check, you know I spit all correct & get high in the sky, like a motherfuckin' jet. (Bitch)