L Ride

[Intro: J-Formz & (Mike Krisp)]
Yo Krisp…
(How you livin?)
Let me get that lighter, dog. It’s time to smoke a blunt and just cruise around...
(Nothin but some gangstas, smokin and drivin…)
Yeah! Yo, check this, I’m about to spit some crack…
(J-Formz, D.E.K.!)
What up!? Spark it, cruise around! Mike Krisp…

[Verse 1: J-Formz]
Roll it up, grab a lighter, and spark that shit
Cruise around in your whip, don’t park that shit
You got a dub of the chronic? Vanilla Dutch it up
For all my Brooklyn heads, 1 leaf the blunt
You got a dub of the haze? Then, a Philly it is
Strawberry if you wanna get specific, kid
If you don’t wanna roll a Dutch cause you’re too lazy to gut
Go and put the sour diesel in a blunt wrap
Wet mango, or maybe coconut vanilla
You can use a White Owl if you don’t want that
I don’t really give a fuck, cause we be blazin it up
So stop sleepin on that bitch, you better pass that
Let the smoke roll out of your mouth, and breath it through your nose
Exhale the smoke, and listen to the way I flow
If you followed my instructions, I know that you’re high
So come and join me and Krisp on an L ride

[Chorus: J-Formz]
We just cruisin in the whip, puffin on trees
Got the Chronic, got the Haze, got the Sour Deez
Just look in my eyes and you can see that I’m high
So come and join me and Krisp on an L ride
2x

[Verse 2: Mike Krisp]
I say "hello" to hydro, "bye" to brown
Turn your party to a carnival, cause Mary-go-round
Next stop (Where we goin?) bout to head out town
Where the Phillies are cheaper, get me double the reefer
Everyday, I’m a hustler, smoke like a muffler
I swear, I did not exhale!
My man go bagged, went directly to jail
So when I say “free Willy!”, I ain’t savin a whale
Weed’s tippin the scales, I’ll take twins to lunch
I call them Chip-N-Dale, they on my nuts
When I smile, show the sharp tooth, bitches just float
You tryin to catch me? You’re gonna need a bigger boat
I’m the anchor, hold my team down
And my backpack could pack like three pounds
We ridin dirty, get away from the troopers
I got a chick drug dealer, rub her belly for Buddha
Oh my, I’m so high
I never had to fly to catch a red-eye
I’m the pride of Hylan Boulevard, Staten place
Fuck dust in your blunts, where the rhymes get laced
They like to stay up late, somethin way past three
Nah, I don’t sleep, y’all sleep on me
So stay up and blaze up, stay up and blaze up
Era era era, what what!? Cut the record up!

[Chorus: J-Formz]

[Verse 3: J-Formz]
Straight out of Cali, dog, we got that Kush
I like a challenge, so I’m rollin up these Backwoods
I got the honey, got the berry, dog, whatever you smoke
But don’t take too big of a hit, you might choke
Cause we got that weed with them colors, need to get you some
Guaranteed you’re high by the time the smoke hits your lungs
And I’mma ride with ya if I get high with ya
Krisp, pass me the lighter and help me die quicker
I’m just tryin to get high and enjoy this weather
Hold up (inhales smoke) now I’m better
You can even roll a joint if you’re just tryin to get by
Or you could double-Dutch a quarter if you’re tryin to get HIGHHH
Weather you got 4 heads on a cyph, or blunt to the face
My weed is like a shot when you got nothin to chase
So, if you’re fuckin with my weed, then, I know that you’re high
So, come and join me and Krisp on an L ride