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 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
Light 'er up, li-light 'er up Like it's nineteen eighty five and we high as fuck Light 'er up, li-light 'er up Like it's nineteen eighty five and we high as fuck
Yo, I kick of my shoes, I keep the weed in my socks I'm goin' eighty five and I ain't gonna stop Unless the beat drop and I see those cops Try to pull me over 'cause I'm hot box, windows locked
Stay bumpin' 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 mornin', oh yeah, yo
I'm a breast man, a 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 movin' 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 startin' to show for somethin' Limousine that they show for somethin' Drive me around with the music bumpin'
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 mornin', oh yeah One more time, man
Listen, call me on the telephone Sorry love, I'm not at home, where you at? I'm out on the town roamin', yeah, yeah, you know me Leave a message after the tone And I'll get back to you in the mornin', oh yeah
Fuck, 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 makin' sign Hang it on my dressin' room door, it's time
Listen, call me on the telephone Sorry love, I'm not at home I'm out on the town roamin', yeah, yeah, you know me 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
Light 'er up, li-light 'er up Like it's nineteen eighty five and we high as fuck Light 'er up, li-light 'er up Like it's nineteen eighty five Yo, I kick off my shoes