Wayside Testo

Rocking black on black
With the hat to match
Smoking back to back
'Till my line go flat
Where the fuck we at? (Where the fuck we at)
Where the fuck we at?(Where the fuck we at)
Where the stars is at? (Where the stars is at)
Where the stars is at? (Where the stars is at)

Came to the game hardcore When all in shook the bitch to the core
Left that shit sore
Pass me the joint, no tabbaco
I like that shit raw (Iike that shit raw)
R.I.P. O.D.B., Catch me ridein' in the hooptie
Smokin' tree, High off T.H.C
So high they can never touch me (Never touch me)
Never touch me

Stay high, never want the down side
Chillin' in the wagon, double park the bitch at wayside
Stay high, never want the down side
Chillin' in the wagon, double park that bitch at wayside
Wayside, Wayside, Wayside
Wayside, Wayside, Wayside
Stay high, never want the down side
Chillin' in the wagon, double park the bitch at wayside
Uh, Uh, double park that bitch

Baby forget class, only drug dealers need math Who needs a pillow, when you got that
When you got that, when you got that
Lets ride, Lets ride
Lets ride, Leta ride
Lets fly, Lets fly
Lets fly, Lets fly
I'ma roll this skunk, you gonna shake your rump
We gonna smoke this tree down to the trunk
Down to the trunk, down to the trunk
Im roll this skunk, you gonna shake your rump
We gonna smoke this tree down to the trunk
Down to the trunk, Down to the trunk

Stay high, never want the down side
Chillin' in the wagon, double park the bitch at wayside
Stay high, never want the down side
Chillin' in the wagon, double park that bitch at wayside
Wayside, Wayside, Wayside
Wayside, Wayside, Wayside
Stay high, never want the down side
Chillin' in the wagon, double park the bitch at wayside
Uh, Uh, double park that bitch