Texten We chillin', smokin' weed, switchin' lanes and shit Roll up another blunt and let me take a hit With the West Coast beats poppin' out my speakers New sweatsuit, and don't forget the Sneakers Nike Air Jordans, I just got them home Rollin' down the freeway, we in cruise control Mrs. Crystal, and Johnny Blaze is with me Filled up to the edge, with the sticky icky icky But 'nuff drivin', we about to head over To this bitch that I knew, I had to change my persona Chewed a little gum and let the smoke settle Hid the bongs in my trunk, and switched the instrumentals Chilled for a while, so she wouldn't fuck with my high Checked my bleeding eyes, and it was time to get fly Rang on the bell, and she opened the door Next thing I know, we touchin' bellies on floor A good day, the sun is shining Girls barley dressed, I know I'm gonna get mine and Your gonna get yours I don't know how or when, but bitch, you hittin' the door That's what I'm talkin' 'bout, kicked her out from her house Called for Johnny Blaze, and the beauty Mrs. Crystal After an hour or so, we had 4 working grow rooms And a pound to go But then the bitch came home, slapped her up the head For fucking up my flow Packed my shit in the car, we was back to where we started Dazed out and drunk, and for the slapping, proabably wanted But who gives a fuck, when you livin' the life ? We livin' the life, so we know it's all nice A good day, the sun is shining Sittin' dazed in the car, puffin on some chronic Chillin' sippin' tonic, in the sunlight ya'll Kick it back, take a drink and invite your dawg (arf arf arf) It's just an everyday thing, cops know your name For puffin' different strains, with ya click, ya fam But who gives a fuck, as I said before When your puffin' the doja, gettin' high of the indo Smoke 8X And fill it up again, I promise, my friend You'll feel the love and my message is sent A good day, the sun is shining Blunt sparkles nicely, 5-0 can never find me Chillin' with the Phunk, up in 2-double 0-8 I can't wait, to get it on And get it on, get it on (3X) Girl, you aint goin home Just sit down and get stoned With the Phunk Fam yo (until end)