[Intro]
Westside
Ooh, baby
Ghetto Life
[Chorus]
Coolin' n da ghetto, chillin' in the daze
The law no longer sweats me, I am an ex-slave
Blunt after blunt, it's like a purple haze
(Let me blaze)
[Verse 1: I Smooth 7]
Say won't you take a seat, and welcome to my session
I'm coolin' in da ghetto, vibing high, buddah blessings
Let me take my time, 3 grams cause it's phat
Joint after joint, sack after sack
God let's blaze 'till my eyes is red tight
It's divine in the morning and divine in the night
Say what's the best weed? Well that's the weed you got
Throw it in the zag, light the match, then you're shellshock
Let me hit a corner so I can pick a buck (Whaddup?)
I just got a dub of that good divine stuff
Pup jumped in, he said "I smelled it down the block"
Buddah's the word and the side is the rock
I gotta blaze it, first it's burning in my throat
Now my eyes is red, I'm a hustler so I won't show
What's going on? I feel free as a bird
I'd like to think Jah giving respects to the herbs
This fog is going thick, it's [?] deep in the smokescreen
The blaze's going high as earn in my [?]
Sunday night, high as hell off the [?]
In the middle of a forest fire tryna dodge the law
The sound is up, windows down, freeing the contact
I'm thinking to myself, "That was a cool sack"
Like I'm on a high, a deep purple haze
And maybe you get blunted yeah, so let's blaze
[Chorus]
Coolin' n da ghetto, chillin' in the daze
The law no longer sweats me, I am an ex-slave
Blunt after blunt, it's like a purple haze
(Let me blaze)
[Verse 2: Mista Mad Pup]
Rolling down the avenue, heading for the bud spot
Lookin' out for cops cause they sweat me when they catch me
All I'm out to do is get a pouch of indo puff
Cause I like the stuff, never get enough
Pull up in the driveway, 'bout to go and handle this
Get it ready for me cause I'm coming for the cannabis
Stopped and got a 5-pack of Philly's on my way
So I'm ready for the curb, word to the herbs
Level with me Smooth, can you feel it like I feel it?
Cause it's feeling good, man I'm feeling higher than I really should
Oh, no, I stumbled upon the super bomb atomic weed
The shit I need
Get a brother high enough to make me wanna sing
Eyes tight enough to blindfold me with a piece of string
But I'm still gonna blaze cause I'm down
Roll up a fat one and pass it around
Everybody getting high, niggas choking, coughing, crying
That's the shit I'm buying, cause now I think I'm flying
Let me hear some music man and get me out this phase
Cause I'm dazed, man you should have never let me blaze
[Chorus]
Coolin' n da ghetto, chillin' in the daze
The law no longer sweats me, I am an ex-slave
Blunt after blunt, it's like a purple haze
(Let me blaze)
[Verse 3: I Smooth 7 & Mista Mad Pup]
Said homie slow down so we can smoke a fat blunt
And everyone around could smell the urple funk
Well pour me a Philly silly and let me hook it in
Alright, it's ready so let the ritual begin
I'm feeling effects and I wanna flex sex, it's your turn next
I was high, high so I let her pass me by
Say hold up homie this big bitch is running
I gotta slow her down so let me lick her with my tongue'n
And let me take a puff, she's hitting in the blaze
It's Indonesia and I'm a damn sex slave
Somebody help, this buddah's hotter than the spa
This joint it kinda nasty, she likes ménage à trois
Well pass her to the homie, she's too much, I will not touch
Because she wore me down, maybe I can hit her with force
Next time she come around, right now I'm chilling
Tryna catch my breath from the first smoke of a sexual stroke
She's almost gone, we gotta catch her with a crutch
Chronic I love, so I smoke it 'till it's dust
Now I'm high as hell as we pull up in the driveway
I got one for the road Smooth, so let's blaze
[Chorus]
Coolin' n da ghetto, chillin' in the daze
The law no longer sweats me, I am an ex-slave
Blunt after blunt, it's like a purple haze
(Let me blaze)
Coolin' n da ghetto, chillin' in the daze
The law no longer sweats me, I am an ex-slave
Blunt after blunt, it's like a purple haze
(Let me blaze)
Coolin' n da ghetto, chillin' in the daze
The law no longer sweats me, I am an ex-slave
Blunt after blunt, it's like a purple haze
(Let me blaze)
Coolin' n da ghetto, chillin' in the daze
The law no longer sweats me, I am an ex-slave
Blunt after blunt, it's like a purple haze
(Let me blaze)
Coolin' n da ghetto, chillin' in the daze
