Roamin'

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 clientèle
 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