Lirieke:
B O B Gettin High

gotta cut it, roll it, light it, pass And me and Bubba gettin' crunk in the club With a tape full of Bud in a champagne glass Puttin' it down for the B

kiss my blunt? Right into ya, now you're feelin', the chemicals vibin' Are you realizin' that it's gettin' better? Surprisin' you whether or not, your shit's together From the high

nothin' but a busta, bitch ass motherfucker With Snoop in a coupe, Warren, Nate and Big Tray Deee Big C-Style and Meech, made to be Shine Dogg gettin' super-high, lit, lifeline high Soopa-doopa high

speak with some more clarity No luck needed, know no charity And I'mma grown man, don't need p-ssy to take care of me B to the O, I said it once befo

serenade you from another part, of town Let's get it on it's Angie Mar' reportin live from the streets From Y.O. to Philly and Harlem to Q.B When it

believe I'm on fire hey Cuz it's the B-the-R-the-O-the-O-K L-Y-N is the place where I stay The B-the-R-the-O-the-O-K Best in the world and all USA It'

to the A, D to the I (I), L to the L to the A to the C (C) B to the U to the N to the B, reppin that P to the A to the T (to the T) I'm a dirty South

I.M.P. fo' sho' [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Bun B] Well its the trill O.G. I got the neighbourhood soul Kush is dead I'm gettin' blowed Ridin', bangin', gettin

, nigga? (Nothin') What you wanna do, nigga? (Nothin') What you tryin' to do Yo, yo, yo Yo, N O R papi, say what? That nigga's the man With his manager