(Chorus: Marty Grimes)

My eyes low her eyes low goin' off that hydro whole zone on slow mo
Then they wonder why we ride slow
Top drop joint lit Rollin through my city
Around the world they all know that Cali girls so pretty

(Verse 1: Marty Grimes)

Fresh tank and my ray bans Rollin down my block
These hoes know I'm so west side stay blowin dro and won't stop
Gotta bad chick on my right side Rollin up that Killa weed
Got the whip loud when the zip out like fuck the cops burnin legally
That medical Mary have you so high that some think that it's scary
But I be huffin and puffin one lung like its nothing then smash with a chick that be hot like a Halle berry
Yes blowin the best
Leave a burn in ya chest and ya cranium wrecked
After you needin some rest
Got a gangsta moms and she smoke too
Most likely likely out smoke you
Bong rips whole dabs in the beach house with the coast view
Some Call it Cali I call it paradise
That candy paint on that low rider with the mirror dice
She say I smoke to much
Knowing me I smoke 2 J's then smoke 2 to blunts
I introduced her to the high life
She finally feel like she livin right

(Chorus: Marty Grimes) (Repeat)

My eyes low her eyes low goin' off that hydro whole zone on slow mo
Then they wonder why we ride slow
We be Rollin coastin'
Rollin coastin' Rollin coastin'
Rollin coastin' Rolling coastin'
Top drop joint lit Rollin through my city
Around the world they all know that Cali girls so pretty
We just Rollin coastin'
Rollin coastin' Rollin coastin'
Rollin coastin'
Me and my bitch we stay smokin

[Verse 2 Marty Grimes)

I'm on cloud 9
And it's so Devine
And I'm all about patients when I off of these rips I be taken
Literally we lookin Asian ganja in me feel like I'm in space when we get faded then head home and get naked
Burn again then burn again man mad joints we be facin
Then we hit the streets wit no top
Its just her and me this shit don't stop
I need papers filters cones
Fuckin around smokin wit us see you just might not make it home so hit that bong
And Mary j is so grown takin off what she puttin on
Only Rollin up that strong
And We keep dat loud pack burn a p and then bounce back
Ask G where the ounce at bring the cheese and ima count dat
I don't think they really Listenen
We roll more weed then the ocean that you fishin in

(chorus: Marty Grimes) (Repeat)

(Outro: Marty Grimes)

She roll one we smoke one
She roll two mo we smoke two
Then she roll two mo
She roll one we smoke one
She roll two mo we smoke two
Then she roll two mo