Get Her In Tha Mood

Since I'm blown let me flex this

If its somethin on ya mind recline and check this

So smooth not reckless

We can get high and ride from Chi to Texas

Give the game up since I came up put my name up

Check out the rhythm

Make the mob wanna flame up

Struck a match or a lighta(lighter)

And listen to a young rida(rider)

On the side of Pimp double tril

Make you lighter than a feather in yo DOB hat

Bitch now listen can you solve that

I can tell you were the mob at

At the click cuttin' somethin were the broads at

Thinkin naw playa

Smokin weed till its all out

We can fall back

Shootin dice fo small scrap

Dre 4 watcha call that

Pull out my Georgia bows

And those that froze got caught by the po-pos

Headed for the 4 do(door) Bonneville

Flossin off behind the wheel

There's a pill

Took a chill

But I still had to pause

And if I pause

Its because I

Can you smoke it riiight

With a playa like me and you

(oh baby)

Can you smoke it riiight with a playa like me and you