Kilo-G - Coasting lyrics
[Kilo-G - Coasting lyrics]
1995 and I'm high buddha run this bitch
Buddha run this bitch 1995 and I'm high
Floating on a cloud floating in the sky
It's just another day
In my hood the C-U T for the
Giggity-gangsta love to the capital letter G
And I'm stepping outside
Just to see where my love at
Find out where the bud at
And see how many fools want the crooked-crack
But when I think, I don't even get into it
Instead I devote my time to chilling
You know how we flowin'
So I can set the street
And hit the front-store
Got some mixed gin and juice
And bailed out the door
Had, to get into something
Cause it's my day, a Friday
And I'll make sure, that everything on my way
Coasting down the highway, feelin' the
Breeze, it's 80 degrees
And I gots my Glock right between my knees
Cause even though I might be having fun
(That's right)
I never leave the pad without packing a gun
So then I holla'd at my partner, Big L
To see what was up with the
Plant that had the funky smell, when inhaled
Bought the zip then I split the
To roll in these spliffs
Thinking about how it was gonna be
When I arrive on Mars
Cause I'm 'bout ready to get my blast on
Get with the inhale once or twice fool
Then you know I'm gone
Off into the cannabis sativa
Just crumblin' up the herb bout
To spark another reefer, with my niggas
But some of y'all just don't know the deal
Fool I'm on the real
Cause that's just how we chill in the
Coasting down the highway
Feeling the breeze
It's 80 degrees and I gots my
Glock right between my knees
Coasting down the highway
See I'm from down South and I gots
To keep that blunt in my mouth
Coasting down the highway
Feeling the breeze
It's 80 degrees and I gots my
Glock right between my knees
Coasting down the highway
Fool I'm from down South and we gots
To keep them blunts in our mouths
Now I done got two blows down
But it ain't over yet
Don't want to go to business so
It's time I hit another set
Bail out the cut, heading to the East-side
Cause I got love on that side from CMR
(Right) made it to Canal and hit
596, on the payphone, so Baby know it's on
Holla at me hit me on my 546 so I can
Tell you where to meet me
Got in contact with the OGs
Instead of that nigga B my
Homie Sugar Slim paged me
Cause Cash Money pays me
And I be down with the local 580 but anyway
I'm just too toned down to call them back
So I jumped in my ride and
Headed where the happenings at
Rolex, where the niggas and hoes flex
It's going on with the two dogs until dawn
But a nigga like me just be
Too high for that shit (What)
And fresh was bumpin' Do or Die in that bitch
(What) but fuck that
I kept my mouth on that ganja
With 5 on the mutha-fuckin somebody say
Lets stow it, we can blow it
Now y'all know it ain't no thang to me
Cause on the real, this is how we chill
Coasting down the highway
Feeling the breeze
It's 80 degrees and I gots my
Glock right between my knees
Coasting down the highway
See I'm from down South and I gots
To keep that blunt in my mouth
Coasting down the highway
Feeling the breeze
It's 80 degrees and I gots that
Glock right between my knees
Coasting down the highway
Fool I'm from down South and I gots
To keep that blunt in my mouth
Man nowadays I stay lit to escape
The pressures and the problems and
The fools on this dirty world that
My momma put me in
I wanna hate her but i can't G
'Cause she was in love with my pops and
That ain't had nothing to do with me
I was just a figment of imagination before
I was prestidigitated and
Brought into creation
A god, an heir to the throne
A son now a man striving to be number one
So don't make me have to pull out my poppa
Respond to the demons in my
Head then I drop her
You know it don't stoppa when
I blocka blocka blocka
90 dead, bloody red, bloody red, nigga
(Bloody red)
That's just how it is in the bloody city
Brothers will split your wig
In the bloody city
So I keep that in mind when I step puffin'
Blunts on the streets getting high as I step
I gives a fuck about them people
See I pays when they step
Cause them hoes be about breaking niggas
Down to catch a wreck, but fuck that
And through it all I will survive
So I hope they recognize when
I shine in the '95
And break me off mad fuckin' respect cause
If not you've got to face death
And it's like that
Coasting down the highway
Feeling the breeze
It's 80 degrees and I gots my
Glock right between my knees
Coasting down the highway
See I'm from down South and I gots
To keep that blunt in my mouth
Coasting down the highway
Feeling the breeze
It's 80 degrees and I gots that
Glock right between my knees
Coasting down the highway
Fool I'm from down South and I gots
To keep that blunt in my mouth
Nineteen-ninety-nigga we up in this bitch
We see that mar hoe
Shouts out to that nigga Tre Deuce
My nigga Suga Slim, Mannie Fresh
Bun B from Texas my nigga Troy
All them mutha-fuckin' weed smokin'
Buddha run this bitch 1995 and I'm high
Floating on a cloud floating in the sky
It's just another day
In my hood the C-U T for the
Giggity-gangsta love to the capital letter G
And I'm stepping outside
Just to see where my love at
Find out where the bud at
And see how many fools want the crooked-crack
But when I think, I don't even get into it
Instead I devote my time to chilling
You know how we flowin'
So I can set the street
And hit the front-store
Got some mixed gin and juice
And bailed out the door
Had, to get into something
Cause it's my day, a Friday
And I'll make sure, that everything on my way
Coasting down the highway, feelin' the
Breeze, it's 80 degrees
And I gots my Glock right between my knees
Cause even though I might be having fun
(That's right)
I never leave the pad without packing a gun
So then I holla'd at my partner, Big L
To see what was up with the
Plant that had the funky smell, when inhaled
Bought the zip then I split the
To roll in these spliffs
Thinking about how it was gonna be
When I arrive on Mars
Cause I'm 'bout ready to get my blast on
Get with the inhale once or twice fool
Then you know I'm gone
Off into the cannabis sativa
Just crumblin' up the herb bout
To spark another reefer, with my niggas
But some of y'all just don't know the deal
Fool I'm on the real
Cause that's just how we chill in the
Coasting down the highway
Feeling the breeze
It's 80 degrees and I gots my
Glock right between my knees
Coasting down the highway
See I'm from down South and I gots
To keep that blunt in my mouth
Coasting down the highway
Feeling the breeze
It's 80 degrees and I gots my
Glock right between my knees
Coasting down the highway
Fool I'm from down South and we gots
To keep them blunts in our mouths
Now I done got two blows down
But it ain't over yet
Don't want to go to business so
It's time I hit another set
Bail out the cut, heading to the East-side
Cause I got love on that side from CMR
(Right) made it to Canal and hit
596, on the payphone, so Baby know it's on
Holla at me hit me on my 546 so I can
Tell you where to meet me
Got in contact with the OGs
Instead of that nigga B my
Homie Sugar Slim paged me
Cause Cash Money pays me
And I be down with the local 580 but anyway
I'm just too toned down to call them back
So I jumped in my ride and
Headed where the happenings at
Rolex, where the niggas and hoes flex
It's going on with the two dogs until dawn
But a nigga like me just be
Too high for that shit (What)
And fresh was bumpin' Do or Die in that bitch
(What) but fuck that
I kept my mouth on that ganja
With 5 on the mutha-fuckin somebody say
Lets stow it, we can blow it
Now y'all know it ain't no thang to me
Cause on the real, this is how we chill
Coasting down the highway
Feeling the breeze
It's 80 degrees and I gots my
Glock right between my knees
Coasting down the highway
See I'm from down South and I gots
To keep that blunt in my mouth
Coasting down the highway
Feeling the breeze
It's 80 degrees and I gots that
Glock right between my knees
Coasting down the highway
Fool I'm from down South and I gots
To keep that blunt in my mouth
Man nowadays I stay lit to escape
The pressures and the problems and
The fools on this dirty world that
My momma put me in
I wanna hate her but i can't G
'Cause she was in love with my pops and
That ain't had nothing to do with me
I was just a figment of imagination before
I was prestidigitated and
Brought into creation
A god, an heir to the throne
A son now a man striving to be number one
So don't make me have to pull out my poppa
Respond to the demons in my
Head then I drop her
You know it don't stoppa when
I blocka blocka blocka
90 dead, bloody red, bloody red, nigga
(Bloody red)
That's just how it is in the bloody city
Brothers will split your wig
In the bloody city
So I keep that in mind when I step puffin'
Blunts on the streets getting high as I step
I gives a fuck about them people
See I pays when they step
Cause them hoes be about breaking niggas
Down to catch a wreck, but fuck that
And through it all I will survive
So I hope they recognize when
I shine in the '95
And break me off mad fuckin' respect cause
If not you've got to face death
And it's like that
Coasting down the highway
Feeling the breeze
It's 80 degrees and I gots my
Glock right between my knees
Coasting down the highway
See I'm from down South and I gots
To keep that blunt in my mouth
Coasting down the highway
Feeling the breeze
It's 80 degrees and I gots that
Glock right between my knees
Coasting down the highway
Fool I'm from down South and I gots
To keep that blunt in my mouth
Nineteen-ninety-nigga we up in this bitch
We see that mar hoe
Shouts out to that nigga Tre Deuce
My nigga Suga Slim, Mannie Fresh
Bun B from Texas my nigga Troy
All them mutha-fuckin' weed smokin'