Da Roof

(Lil' Flip)

Well, I smoke and lean tryna get high

On Cloud 9 tryna reach they sky

We call it dro'ya'll call it lye

All I need is a sweet to get me by

I'm super fly like Missy

Drink Moette until I'm pissy

I pulled up in a Bentley

Hoes asking who is it its F-L-I-P

Blowing that light green

No sticks, no seeds $300 for an O-Z

And you know me stay blowed puffing and passing

You split it, dump it, lick it then stuff it wit hashing

(Chorus)

Da roof, da roof, da roof is on fire

We don't need matches real smokers use lighters

Da roof, da roof, da roof is on fire

We don't need matches real smokers use lighters

(Lil' Flip)

Smoke all day thats what I do

When I think about my nigga Screw

I break bread with my crew

I smoke green, purple, even blue

I dont know about you but I love to smoke

Play Grand Theft and crack a joke

Or go to the club and snatch a hoe

Thats the way it go when ya ballin hoe

We smoke dro'to get higher

I got 20's on my tires, I got tensions in my wires

Cause Haddy's got that fire

And when I retire I'm a still be smoking hay

Like crucial conflict or mail man and Dre

So if you wanna smoke something just holla at ya boy

Cause I got cotton candy, tarantula, and fat boy

We can roll a sack boy and get so high

But when its time to hit the club I need Visine for my eyes

(Chorus)

Da roof, da roof, da roof is on fire

We don't need matches real smokers use lighters

Da roof, da roof, da roof is on fire

We don't need matches real smokers use lighters