Roamin'

歌詞

If you 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 mornin' 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 brown like a blunt So put it in the sky and tell me what you want Lighter up, light, lighter up Like it's 1985 and we high as fuck Lighter up, light, lighter up Like it's 1985 and we high Yo, I kick of my shoes I keep the weed in my sock 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 don' owe me one favor for that ganja If you 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 mornin' Oh yeah, yeah Yo, I'm a breast man, face man, leg man, ass man Gentleman? Yes ma'am Ask them, they my clientle And their eyes is red 'cause they high as hell Brain like baboon, body like Gizelle Lady gazelle run fast as hell I'm the shit, ma, that's the smell The next big thing, can't ya tell The phone ring, can't pick it up Life moving too fast, gotta live it up Gotta live it up, can't trade a Trans AM for a pick-up truck Yo, I work hard all day in the garden And it's starting to show for something Limousine that they chauffeur son in 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 If you 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 mornin' (One more time man) If you 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 mornin' Oh yeah Fuck, fuck yeah, yeah I'm high How you think a brother man supposed 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, make a sign Hang it on my dressing room door, it's time If you 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 mornin' Oh yeah Everybody in this town wanna know me now 'Cause every honey in the town wanna hold me down Roll me 'round 'cause I'm brown like a blunt So put it in the sky and tell me what you want Lighter up, light, lighter up Like it's 1985 and we high as fuck Lighter up, light, lighter up Like it's 1985 and we high as fuck Yo, I kick off my shoes