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| Shwayze Shwayze Roamin Listen, call me on the telephone Sorry love, I'm not at home I'm out on the town, roamin' Leave a message after the tone And I'll get back to you in the morning Oh yeah Everybody in this town wanna know me now 'Cause every honey in this town wanna hold me down Roll me round cause I'm round like a blunt So put it in the sky and tell me what you want Light 'er up, li-light 'er up Like it's 1985 and we high as fuck Light 'er up, li-light 'er up Like it's 1985 and we high as fuck I kick of my shoes I keep the weed in my socks I'm going 85 and I ain't gonna stop Unless the beat drop And I see those cops Try and pull me over cause I'm hot box, windows locked Stay bumping that cock rock In and out the carpool lane like a hot shot Drop top, I got it at the chop shop Mario the only one favor for that ganja Listen, call me on the telephone Sorry love, I'm not at home I'm out on the town, roamin' Leave a message after the tone And I'll get back to you in the morning Oh yeah Yeah... yo I'm a breast man, face man, leg man, ass man Gentleman? Yes ma'am Ask them they my clientèle And they eyes is red 'cause they high as hell Brain like baboon, body like gazelle Lady gazelle run fast as hell I'm the shit, ma, that's the smell The next big thing, can't you tell The phone ring, can't pick it up Like moving too fast gotta live it up Gotta live it up, can't trade a Trans-Am for a pickup truck Yo I, work hard all day in the garden And I was starting to show for something Limousine that they show for something Drive me around with the music bumping Listen, call me on the telephone Sorry love, I'm not at home I'm out on the town, roamin' Leave a message after the tone And I'll get back to you in the morning Listen, call me on the telephone Sorry love, I'm not at home I'm out on the town, roamin' Leave a message after the tone And I'll get back to you in the morning Mmm... fuck Fuck yeah, yeah I'm high How you think a brother man s'posed to survive Take five, matter fact take a drive And think about life while you still got time Smoke a little weed, drop a couple rhymes Make a couple dollars to save a couple dimes Draw a couple lines on some paper making sign Hang it on my dressing room door, it's signed Listen, call me on the telephone Sorry love, I'm not at home I'm out on the town, roamin' Leave a message after the tone And I'll get back to you in the morning Oh yeah Everybody in this town wanna know me now 'Cause every honey in this town wanna hold me down Roll me round cause I'm round like a blunt So put it in the sky and tell me what you want Light 'er up, li-light 'er up Like it's 1985 and we high as fuck Light 'er up, li-light 'er up Like it's 1985 and we high as fuck Yo, I kick off my shoes... |
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