[Chorus: Bloke C]

Just roll the windows up, when we hot boxin'

Flick the BIC and spark that blunt, now we hot boxin'

Hope you not afraid to fly, 'cause we hot boxin'

From the back seat to the passenger side, when we hot boxin'

[Verse 1: GrewSum]

In the back seat feeling like we need another blunt, hot boxin'

Can't see the people in the front

Popped my new CD in and listened to it loud

Got us feeling like we're sitting in the clouds hot boxin'

Time moving slow like dying stop-watches

I do drugs, no, I am not Hopsin

Heart beating slow like I am dying off and

When I do I'll be in my coffin ( hot boxin' )

Road trip, clothes stink heavily of reefer

Hit the highway and head to Gary's in Galena

Get inked up, sleeved up, horror movie scenes

After words, get drinks and anything you can think of (keep up)

Better move, we are not stopping

Pouring up them drinks and we popping them Oxycontins

Looking like the fog machine they make for rock concerts

Is pumping out smoke in the car when we ( hot boxin' )

[Chorus: Bloke C]

Just roll the windows up, when we hot boxin'

Flick the BIC and spark that blunt, now we hot boxin'

Hope you not afraid to fly, 'cause we hot boxin'

From the back seat to the passenger side, when we hot boxin'

[Verse 2: Bloke C]

Windows all foggy but ain't nobody fucking

Just the sticky purple bitch that everybody puffing

Got the heat in the back and it's just thumping

Keys to the Lac, everybody got they own blunt

Hot boxin' watching for the cops

Can't see the dashboard so we just stop

Hitting trees quite literally

My ride is like Jamaica, listen to me

Ear-to-ear I just be grinning

Keep the beats coming, I'm Charlie Sheen winning

Duh, I know you're feeling me bruh

Hundred dollar blunt, I be sealing it up

Keeping up with me got you feeling like, ugh

I'm just starting when you've had enough

Locking the doors, there's no turning back

Boxin' this bitch 'til we finish this sack, you know

[Chorus: Bloke C]

Just roll the windows up, when we hot boxin'

Flick the BIC and spark that blunt, now we hot boxin'

Hope you not afraid to fly, 'cause we hot boxin'

From the back seat to the passenger side, when we hot boxin'

[Verse 3: Kombine & Bloke C ]

Hot boxin', windows up in the park, yeah

Now give me the blunt yo, I'm ready to spark that

I'm getting lifted like I'm up in a airplane

And if they don't smoke then, motherfucker then they're lame

Cruising down the ave with a buzz getting right

I'm so fucking stoned, getting high like a street light

So ripped, so baked, so stoned

Chilling in the motherfucking cut getting blown

I love me some green but it better be dope

If you got the Brown Schwag you should make it into rope

And hang yourself with it, I'm never kidding, you're finished

All I wanted was some good-good bits, so go get it

And if you don't get what I want then I'm gonna snap

You best bet buddy is gon' get me a sack

Man, I love me some weed, there ain't no better option

Smoking with Grew and Bloke C, hot boxin'

[Chorus: Bloke C]

Just roll the windows up, when we hot boxin'

Flick the BIC and spark that blunt, now we hot boxin'

Hope you not afraid to fly, 'cause we hot boxin'

From the back seat to the passenger side, when we hot boxin'