Uh, DipSet

It go cop a pie, cop a brick

Cop an ounce, cop a nick
Get the yay and get away
If you say it's not that piff

Make ya lighter flick
Let's get high as %#@!
Spark that blunt

If its crack, smack, you backtrack
Puff, puff pass that
Dime put you to sleep

That's what I call a "nap-sack"
From a dub of that "yeah"
To some bud, I don't care

Put your drugs in the air
I get left off of trees
On a jet to Belize (we out)

My first sess, I believe (was what?)
Was some regular weed (okay)
And had me staggering over

Plus kept a bad aroma
Copped it uptown, but called it "Arizona"
It was gruesome you know

I was zooted fo' sho
Stuck on it 'til someone introduced me to 'dro
Hit the stoop for an O

On the move, on the go
Then got the munchies, next move was the sto'
Those were the old days, when I got so blazed

But now the pimp switched, its purple and gold haze
That had my whole days, so dazed
Locked fade, no shades, okay, sitting in the OJs

It's more like my music, roll and get high music
Burn your man a copy, go and get high to it
This is how I do it

Till I get high, zooted, booted
Get from around me, ya blonde ma stupid


Getting high, roll a lye, crack a Dutch smoke up [repeated]
Getting high, roll a lye, crack a Dutch smoke up
Get the piff, make a brick, get a lick roll up

Get the piff, make a brick, get a lick roll up

Yeah, I met this chick, ooh

Six-two, thick !@(&, skip through
Wrist blue, yup and J loved the way she switched moves
But the (*##$ was just too crazy (why?)

Haze, B?
Not at all, all she did was sniff glue (what?)
She used to get wopped

Run up a strip block
Squeeze the glue out the bottle
Breathed it out the Ziploc

Ain't have it all up there
Ain't have it all upstairs
Pacing, hallucinating, thinking should could walk on air

She used to talk and share
All of her thoughts, affairs
All facing a wall, "Ma who's over there?"

"Look, I'm over here" (come over here)
Yeah come over here
Matter of fact take another whiff till your nose hair flare


Getting high, roll a lye, crack a Dutch smoke up [repeated]
Getting high, roll a lye, crack a Dutch smoke up

Get the piff, make a brick, get a lick roll up
Get the piff, make a brick, get a lick roll up


Yo I used to stay seated in the lobby
With keys I got from poppi
Yay day to day, hitting fiends off was a hobby

That weed you copped was throppy (trash)
Boobie, ma usually turned 'em into pookey
Beam it up to Scottie

I was a hard flipper
They were some hard hitters
%#@! for that hard ^!$$%, they stole some car mirrors
Stereos, TVs, just for a bigger rock
Get your drop, stripped and got, left on cinder blocks (damn)

I took a gang empire
%#@! I was slanging fire (crack)
Till them fiends start to lean and got straight up wired
They couldn't hang they liars
%#@! them cats, couldn't get the monkey off they back with a tranquilizer


Getting high, roll a lye, crack a Dutch smoke up [repeated]
Getting high, roll a lye, crack a Dutch smoke up
Get the piff, make a brick, get a lick roll up
Get the piff, make a brick, get a lick roll up