Chorus

I gotta spliff, who gotta light?
I'm gettin' right, tonight...
I gotta spliff, who gotta light?
I'm gettin' right, tonight...
X2

Verse 1

Play that shit one more time, I'm a get loose
Gotta get right - gotta tell you the truth
Rollin' Mimosa it smell like like some fruit
So cloudy right now I can't see thru the booth
You'll never see me without no weed
You'll never seperate me from the P's
I can't take a break away from the streets
My Brooklyn Boys be shaking the D's
Turn up the music my day goin' great
The Package came and that shit wasn't late
Time to Calculate, gotta check the weight
Time to celebrate, smokin' on cake
I sit in the trap until all the packs off
Guess you could say that I'm trappin my ass off
That was my bad I just had to tax y'all
"Damn Toney, you be rappin' yo ass off"
I Click on the scale and I throw Lil bo up
I water the garden I'm watchin' it grow up
I be Rollin' my spliff I don't po' up the soda
My plug is a vato we talk about mota
I'm gettin' right, and it's right for the time
I stand for the gas, it's all my spine
Life is a road and I'm readin' the signs
1000 watts, that's how I shine...