Coasting lyrics

[Intro]
1995 and I'm high
Buddha run this b*tch
Buddha run this b*tch
1995 and I'm high
Floating on a cloud
Floating in the sky

[Verse One]
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 its 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 n*ggas
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....
[Hook]
Coasting down the highway
Feeling the breeze, its 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, its 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

[Verse Two]
Now I done got two blows down, but it ain't over yet
Don't want to go to business so its time I hit another set
Bail out the cut, heading to the East-side
Cause I got love on that side from C.M.R. (Right)
Made it to Canal and hit 596, on the payphone, so Baby know its on
[?], holla at me
Hit me on my 546 so I can tell you where to meet me
Got in contact with the O.G.s
Instead of that n*gga 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 n*ggas and hoes flex
It's going on with the two dogs until dawn
But a n*gga like me just be too high for that sh*t (What)
And fresh was bumpin' Do or Die in that b*tch (What)
But f*ck that, I kept my mouth on that ganja with 5 on the mutha-f*ckin [?]
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
[Hook]
Coasting down the highway
Feeling the breeze, its 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, its 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

[Verse Three]
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, n*gga (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 f*ck about them people, see I pays when they step
Cause them hoes be about breaking n*ggas down to catch a wreck, but f*ck that
And through it all I will survive
So I hope they recognize when i shine in the '95
And break me off mad f*ckin' respect cause if not you've got to face death, and its like that
[Hook]
Coasting down the highway
Feeling the breeze, its 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, its 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

[Outro]
Nineteen-ninety-n*gga we up in this b*tch, we see that mar hoe
Shouts out to that n*gga Tre Deuce
My n*gga Suga Slim, Mannie Fresh, Bun B from Texas
My n*gga Troy
All them mutha-f*ckin' weed smokin'...