Crooks and castles on my back
Good weed smokin
Keep the window cracked
101 we rollin
Where we Keep some stacked
And the Packs too potent
We just west coast in
This that best coast shit
This that best coast shit
Crooks and castles on my back
Good weed smoking
Qp on my lap
Which way we is we rollin
Just left the B-N-B
Weed pack on T-N-T
And that canes just hit 3 for 3
I feel sanctified!
Please don't kill my high
They like, I watch loaded up
Bro are you that guy
I am him, it's obvious
Are you that fried?
Take some flics wit the kids
And hop in my ride
Type in the addy
While we fire up another jay
Palm trees and good weed
Feel the breeze as you can see
It's a blessing to see another day
Lock my self in the lab
Until the sun away
Throw Wade on the pad
Tell em drum away
Bob my head like bro
I'm catching another case
Life I lead I wouldn't have it another way
Crooks and castles on my back
Good weed smoking
Keep the window cracked
101 we rollin
Where we Keep some stacked
And the Packs too potent
We just west coast in
This that best coast shit
This that best coast shit
I feel like Kanye
But I know what KK is
Good life
In the land of the be be kids
Down bad, hustle up
Bet the bank gone hit and
Ball out, on a punk
Cause that hate ain't shit
Trade me, I
Keep up dubs like Brady, I
Can't name another nigga who made me we
Crawl together, we gone ball together
Stand tall through the harshest weathers
This shit forever look
Bailed on a rail, well
To stop is to fail
If I end up paled
Somebody gone cause hell
What's a worse hell
The shock, or the shell
Got some checks in the mail
Ain't goin back to the mayo
Yes I know I'm the shit
Since we pointing out smells
Been legit
Since we was shoving sand in the pail
Waves crash on the shore
I ride winds through the sales
And leaving fuckers wit face on stale