[Intro: N-Tyce]
Uhh huh, Yeah,
See, This here's, One of those traumatic joints,
This is one of the joints you smoke to,
I mean I don't smoke, But I would smoke with your fine ass.
[N-Tyce]
I don't care about a lot of things,
I don't care about a Gucci purse or a pair of Prada jeans, (Please)
I don't care if I'm engaged and I aint gotta ring,
I just wanna live life without a plottin sceam,
But the notta green makes me wanna apply the sceam,
And just because I'm awake, That never stops a dream,
And even often I get high, But I'm not a fiend,
Cause I don't smoke weed, For me it's just not a thing,
I'm hot like a flick, Making calls to stop the scene,
A Carolina chick you spot on a block in queens,
I know who one the Super Bowl, But I forgot the team, (Damn)
Matter of fact I usually forget a lot of things,
Like my Mom says I can, So I'm not to sing,
But I keep it growin, Feel the vibe it's got to bring,
I'm in this game cause I'm good, It's really not the C.R.E.A.M,
I'm in this game cause I'm good, I need the processing.
[Chorus: N-Tyce]
It don't, Really matter what they say,
Cause I still, Gets that paper on pay day,
So if you wanna roll with me, (Come on)
Ball outta control with me. (Now check me out)
[N-Tyce]
(Now get ready for the second verse)
Now you should know that I'm nice when I'm around the mic,
I hope to see you at my show cause I'm in town tonight,
And hope you got you ticket early, Cause I'm kinda hot,
They speculate, I'll shoot platinum by the time I drop,
And probably start actin, Cause I aint tryna stop,
It's truth in every sentence, Listen to the lines I got,
I say what's on my mind, I don't just think about it,
A Carolina tag team, You can see we bout it,
But now I laid the track, I come to spit the flava,
See this is how we used to do it in the pit with Dana,
The foundation of the this crew is kinda classic,
The way we re-group, Come back and bang hits on plastic,
You can't outlast it, To me it's quite evident,
It's hard to see a dime, You, You only seven cents,
I shoot craps, Either seven or eleven and,
I thank God, Cause I know that I was heaven sent.
Now, Now check this out one more time,
You might as well sing this hook with me.
[Chorus 2x]
[Outro: N-Tyce]
Whooo, Aint this a bitch,
High as hell and not a piece of tail in sight,
Guess I'll smoke up my weed and bounce.