[Intro]

I am very high and very drunk

Where are we?

[Hook]

Attention kids, roll up an ounce

Light up and smoke it in swollen amounts

We are the niggas they warned you about

I thought I told y'all get the fuck up and bounce

I thought I told y'all get the fuck up and bounce

I thought I told y'all get the fuck up n HOL UP

[Verse 1: Oktane]

Naw you little bitch that ain't incense, roll up

Light up, inhale, exhale, slow up

They shouldn't be talking all that bitch grow up

Take your weed ignite it then blow up

Dynamite C4 we are show up

Now I'm on stage got damn it I'm tore up

Bounce bitch, bounce, I don't need that slot shit in my house

Never need all that, she'll take that

And then bust back and do it all with her mouth

Word to Travis young niggas back

Bitch I blast this and make niggas back flip

Young gifted bastards all back at rap

You should all react like you love it bitch

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Price Tag]

No, I swear these niggas acting like hoes

These women acting like bitches theres

Way to many ricos and not enough money making bitches, damn shame

Oh oh, young crips growin up we was little C's like we was B.I NIGGA

From the city where there ain't shit free but I'm still screaming free my niggas

B-O-Dub gang and you're talking to the presidente

Ever since the tenth grade me and my niggas been taking off days like barbers that need their rent payed

Run that bounce that, show your heart

I ride with animals, Noah's ark

I'm a fuck her good and I'm a take her home

And I'm a make her sit in the back like Rosa Parks

Thats Price, don't ask no more

Pass the blunt, you better ask before

Pass the bottle we don't drink out cups

Young niggas run the game, don't walk round us, nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Oktane]

Shut up!

Trying to get at the thought of me and combine it with sodomy

And it won't be as baddest as it ought to be

I gotta be a prodigy if you choose outta your three favorite rappers you're gonna swallow me

I am the black Chuck Norris or Van Dame

I don't give a damn damn, or two fucks or one shit

Whether you come with an army or one clip, I'm shooting like dice

Now fuck you where's Price

[Verse 4: Pricetag & Oktane]

[Price Tag]

I make this paper stress like fold out, beds

Real nigga never sold out

And I probably can hear you the haters talking

If my fucking weed wasn't sold loud

But it is, so what it is same clique never switched real shit

And I ain't sticking to no bitch unless her name is this script

Hold on !

You know the plan, you know I can't

Be holdin the hands, all i wanted was a pole dance

Then I'm superman that ho like a Soulja dance

And then kicked her to the curb like a soda can

[Oktane]

You know this man and now I can probably say

That now today the I.E's down the stay

And now we pray for everybody round the way

Rest in peace this beat and Rowdy A