Posted - 2009.07.09 08:02:00 - [1]

 

One blunt, one more shot a Patron.
I'm lit, I can't make it home.
Cops right behind me, I might be gone.
I can't make it home.

One blunt, one more shot a Patron.
I'm lit, I can't make it home.
Cops right behind me, I might be gone.
I can't make it home.

I know I just left ya crib,
but I'm 'bout to make the block and come back.
Its too hot over here, matter of fact,
police behind me right now 'n' sh*t.

I'm kinda bent, I'm gald I got tint.
Damn, I hope they don't try to tow my sh*t
I shoulda chilled on all the Patron shots,
See I drink Crown Royal, thats my drink.

Know what I'm talkin 'bout.

But, never the less,
I got to stay between the lines,
'Cuz if I trip and I dip,
and if I swerve one more time.

They gone be, on my @ss,
Like white on rice,
Like sh*t on grass.
So I grab what I have and stash it.

I got time for no harassment.
Ah sh*t! Ah man, Baby Imma have to call you back.
Yeah, they pullin me over.
Excuse me sir, are you sober.

One blunt, one more shot a Patron.
I'm lit, I can't make it home.
Cops right behind me, I might be gone.
I can't make it home.