Give Me Some Hydro

[Intro: Bizzy]

Preach (yeahhhhhhhhhhh)

Preach baby (ooh-yeahhhhh, yeahhhhhhh)

Rollin, smokin, chokin all dayyyyy (c'mon)

Rollin rollin rollin, yeah (let's get high pimp, woo!)

Rollin, smokin, chokin all dayyyyy

Smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke

Rollin rollin rollin, yeah...

Rollin, smokin, chokin all dayyyyy

C'mon, rollin rollin rollin, yeah

Give me some hydro

[Layzie Bone:]

Flyin down 71, blowin big with the top down

Watchin out for the cops now, hopin that they don't come around

Man I love the summertime, everybody out, on the grind

I know they wanna hit this pine, these pretty girls is all super fine

Got that California sticky with me, 20 sacks, they goin for 50

I smoke one, they spinnin with me, other than that these fools convince me

I'm tipsy, and I'm high as hell, already done hit the kush

Everybody know I got 'dro for sale but I'm bustin dawg if they make a push

Exit down on 80 Road, I'm gettin hyped cause I'm gettin close

My niggaz is tired of carryin the load, so so, I'm finna let them smoke

Buster right at 110th, made a stop at Dupont

Finna head on over to Remington, to see what Buck and Scoop doin

Turn down the music light, who is that nigga y'all finna choke?

Pulled out a blunt and told him to jump in

Let's smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke...

[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]

Smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke

Rollin, smokin, chokin all dayyyyy

Smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke...

Rollin, smokin, chokin all dayyyyy

Give me some hydro

Rollin rollin rollin, yeah

Smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke

[Layzie Bone:]

Well I'm a blaze this one for Thin C, in the spirit of Rick James

In the spirit of Biggie Smalls, he know how to +Spit That Game+

Talk that shit, walk that shit, grab that sack, roll that quick

Put it in the air, burn that shit, put it to your lips, take that hit

Puff-puff give, pass it on down, gotta make sure it come back around

Uh-oh nigga now what's that sound? Stomach growls, we hungry now

How many weed songs can one man make?

How many blunts to the face, can one man take?

Well let's roll, I wanna know

I wanna blow until we all P.O.

And we can wake up in the mornin, we can do it again

We might, run out of Swishas but we ain't gon' run out again

And if you do then let me lend somethin, my credit good, there's no frontin

Ain't comin for nothin, bottom line I'm on somethin, on somethin...

[Chorus]

[Bizzy:] Smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke [x2]