Irie

Irie Lyrics

I woke up, I brought some drink ups with my niggas
I got on the phone and caught up with some midgets
I got dressed, I mixed the pussy with Versace
I smoked a joint and took a beer, now I’m irie

I’m irie, I’m irie, I’m irie
I’m irie, yeah, I’m irie
I’m irie
I’m irie, I’m irie
I’m irie, I’m irie
I’m irie, I’m irie

Went on in Brooklyn I see runners through bodegas
Don’t be no grudge, but homie, I prefer papers
And I got love for the Mets but it’s still Lakers
I turn my music up, f**k my neighbors
I hit JFK, I’m going back to Cali
I got some ‘for supper, no, not valley
My nigga Beezy on the way from ‘County
We keep supporting, damn it, we from grass valley
I got a bad b**ch riding shotgun with the shotgun
Pocket full of money and some condoms
I’mma drop your b**ch back off when I’m done
Hope you make your b**ch get in the shower
That’s your b**ch, she my b**ch, too
She let the homie in, too
Niggas be coughing while their b**ches f**king
My nigga, that ain’t nothing new
I’m the nigga that your b**ch come to
When she wanna cheat on you
I hella be tripping, too, but I got my b**ches in you

I woke up, I brought some drink ups with my niggas
I got on the phone and caught up with some midgets
I got dressed, I mixed the pussy with Versace
I smoked a joint and took a beer, now I’m irie

I’m irie, I’m irie, I’m irie
I’m irie, yeah, I’m irie
I’m irie

I’m still in the gang, it gets so hot it’s irrational
When I pull up in first class, it’s international
I know some ratchet b**ches and they rep the North side
We ain’t smoking on that pack unless it’s certified
Glowing by the zone, nigga, worth the grown
Smoking on that strong, give me dome while I’m on the phone
Take you to my home where we zip it up and pack it
Roll them joints up big as f**k, they tell me smell my ‘.
This young boy gonna live it up
Pass the loud, you’d think that I smoke flavors
No b**ches in the hood that don’t smoke papers
Ain’t tryina heard ’bout what you mean because I got it
It’s on the plane ’cause I can’t leave a trip without it
Claim you smoke more weed than me, I really doubt it
If she wake up and roll a joint that mean she ’bout it
And rest in peace, go to my nigga right
Now we call it KK and we smoke it all day
Straight to the face, f**k with the police, say

I woke up, I brought some drink ups with my niggas
I got on the phone and caught up with some midgets
I got dressed, I mixed the pussy with Versace
I smoked a joint and took a beer, now I’m irie

I’m irie, I’m irie, I’m irie
I’m irie, yeah, I’m irie
I’m irie