All my fans askin' me an' shit   "Yo, Bleek, what you be doin'   On your spare time an' shit?"   This what I do man, check how I do, yo      I gets high, rollin' down the I95   Ma don't ask why, I love gettin' high   While I drive, I can't lie, I puff lye   While I drive down the I95      I gets high, rollin' down the I95   Ma don't ask why, I love gettin' high   While I drive, I can't lie, I puff lye   While I drive down the I95      I put this key in the ignition, start my V   Take the clip out the ashtray, spark my trees   You know that haze weed backwood roll tight   Belvedere cranberry juice mix light      Under 30 percent tint, ridin' bent, doin' a quarter   Smokin' on what grow under water, my life in order   You know I got a pocket fulla sticky   The whole BK, light a blunt up for Biggie      An' smokeout, I gives a fuck if you got a skateboard   Or that new XO out, you blow the row out   An' holla, I'mma survive or die   I'mma ride 'coz they never take a nigga alive      I gets high, rollin' down the I95   Starin' through the rear view from all the shit I survived   An' as I ride by, I just tilt my hat   Put the car on cruise an' roll up another sack      I gets high, rollin' down the I95   Ma don't ask why, I love gettin' high   While I drive, I can't lie, I puff lye   While I drive down the I95      I gets high, rollin' down the I95   Ma don't ask why, I love gettin' high   While I drive, I can't lie, I puff lye   While I drive down the I95      You catch Bleek rollin' hay when I'm down in the Bay   Hey, it don't stop, I light a blunt up for 'Pac   Pop my colla, take another sip of that vodka   Hit three wheel motion, locin' in the Impala      On them fifty spoke with two pounds to smoke   An' the weed come clean, no sticks, no seed   Straight bud an' keep the car weed scented   Mami be like, ?Bleek, we can't breathe in it?      Mami, keep cool, let me remove the roof   Take a sip of that Bel've an' remove your shoes   But ch'ya, recline, baby, smoke good lime, baby   This the real green, out the 'High Times', baby      We sittin' on dubs, know what that like?   Twist enough bud, mami, get your mind right      I gets high, rollin' down the I95   Ma don't ask why, I love gettin' high   While I drive, I can't lie, I puff lye   While I drive down the I95      I gets high, rollin' down the I95   Ma don't ask why, I love gettin' high   While I drive, I can't lie, I puff lye   While I drive down the I95      I gets high, holla at the I95   Holla at the bar, I can't lie   Holla at the bar, I puff lye   When I drive down the I95      G'yeah niggas, y'all know   Holla at me   Smoke one with cha, dawg