Im smokin by myself, Im in the alleyway and Im bent
See, Im high off of two blunts
And Im sippin on that Cris
See, I used to be Th@ Kid, now Im just that pimp
I got tataracs on my back and a switchblade stay stuck to my hip
Im smokin by myself, Im in the alleyway and Im bent
See, Im high off of two blunts
And Im sippin on that Cris
See, I used to be Th@ Kid, now Im just that pimp
I got tataracs on my back and a switchblade stay stuck to my hip
Dont make me flip it, boy you trippin
If you think that I wont flick it
When it comes down to it Im a nice guy but in the nighttime, Im wicked
See, when the night falls Im creepin
I do it like every weekend
We get high til we almost die and do it again next evening
Im just a skeleton in clothing
Im just a crypt keeper thats flowing
Got no face, got no name, got no style, Im nothing
That monster live in yo closet
That drug money in yo pocket
That devil up on yo shoulder saying run up in the spot and pop it
Im smokin by myself, Im in the alleyway and Im bent
See, Im high off of two blunts
And Im sippin on that Cris
See, I used to be Th@ Kid, now Im just that pimp
I got tataracs on my back and a switchblade stay stuck to my hip
Im smokin by myself, Im in the alleyway and Im bent
See, Im high off of two blunts
And Im sippin on that Cris
See, I used to be Th@ Kid, now Im just that pimp
I got tataracs on my back and a switchblade stay stuck to my hip
Yeah
Hundred blunts to the face
Hundred blunts to the neck
Hundred blunts on my mind
Im with the Team, that Sesh
Yeah
Hundred blunts to the face
Hundred blunts to the neck
Hundred blunts on my mind
Im with the Team, that Sesh