Smokin' and Ridin'

[Chorus: BJ the Chicago Kid & Freddie Gibbs] Smokin' and ridin' Smokin' and ridin' Smokin' and ridin' (Yeah, uhh, yeah) [Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] I left my love in San Francisco with ten pounds of indo I put her on the road with the work Told her: "Hold that first, I'm gon' cash out, get mo'." Down from the jump, hand on the pump She my shotgun rida' If a nigga want funk, throw him in the trunk Burn him up, pass my lighter Smokin' on killa, straight casualties In your weed like Mickey and Mallory A pimp nigga, bitch nigga, yeah, I gotta be A broke bitch fuck with my allergies (Phoow!) Damn Fred, God bless you These niggas and these hoes can't stress you A sack of the good, rollin' the wood, ain't no pressure [Pre-Chorus: Freddie Gibbs] I got money on my mind Dopeheads on my line Police tryin' to hit me But they miss me every time 'Bout to smoke and ride Pourin' up a pint Police tryin' to hit me But the miss me every time [Chorus: BJ the Chicago Kid] Smokin' and ridin' Smokin' and ridin' Smokin' and ridin' [Verse 2: BJ the Chicago Kid] The gangsta Gibbs And we cruisin' down these ghetto streets (You know it, you know it) You checkin' out his trials, seein' how they be (You know it, you know it) His cup full of pink, mines full of brown (You know it, you know it) And you know that's us comin' down the block When you hear that sound, aw yeah Right now I'm smokin' with Gibbs But girl I'm thinkin' about you Then I smoke some more with Problem too And when we done smokin' I'm tryna get to you, baby, baby, baby [Chorus: BJ The Chicago Kid & Problem] Smokin' and ridin' (Smokin’) Smokin' and ridin' (Ridin’) Smokin' and ridin' (When i see you girl you know we gon’ be) Smokin' and ridin' (Smokin’) Smokin' and ridin' (While you) Smokin' and ridin' Whaaaat, whaaaat [Verse 3: Problem] Yeah, half a zip of that Cali-flower Every time I write rhymes In first class, new Rollie on That's how I define "high times" (What?) Long way from them drive-by's Them ratchet hoes and them drug dealers Bougie party need a fifty plus I'm bringin' ratchet hoes and all drug dealers R-N-S, I love niggas, almost more than I love weed Body shots, I see Bloods bleed Once you return to hood they say "Blood, leave!" That's how they show me they love me I thank 'em now that I smash off Drop some bread in my cash vault Then hit the block and drop a half off (Fuck it) Smoke with me, roll it up Money stacks gettin' Kobe tall My young rider hit his first lick We celebrate even though he wrong Dream drag keepin' me calm Stay focused on what I need to do I'm the one, there's no need for two I bleed the block, it bleed the truth (Problem, Problem) [Chorus: BJ The Chicago Kid] Smokin' and ridin' Smokin' and ridin' Smokin' and ridin'