Ali Belmont and The Delivery Boy - Wayside lyrics

[Verse 1] Rocking black on black With the hat to match Smoking back to back 'Till my line go flat Where the f** we at? (Where the f** we at) Where the f** we at?(Where the f** we at) Where the stars is at? (Where the stars is at) Where the stars is at? (Where the stars is at) Came to the game hardcore When all in shook the b**h to the core Left that sh** sore Pa** me the joint, no tabbaco I like that sh** raw (Iike that sh** raw) R.I.P. O.D.B., Catch me ridein' in the hooptie Smokin' tree, High off T.H.C So high they can never touch me (Never touch me) Never touch me [Hook] Stay high, never want the down side Chillin' in the wagon, double park the b**h at wayside Stay high, never want the down side Chillin' in the wagon, double park that b**h at wayside Wayside, Wayside, Wayside Wayside, Wayside, Wayside Stay high, never want the down side Chillin' in the wagon, double park the b**h at wayside Uh, Uh, double park that b**h [Verse 2] Baby forget cla**, only drug dealers need math Who needs a pillow, when you got that When you got that, when you got that Lets ride, Lets ride Lets ride, Leta ride Lets fly, Lets fly Lets fly, Lets fly I'ma roll this skunk, you gonna shake your rump We gonna smoke this tree down to the trunk Down to the trunk, down to the trunk Im roll this skunk, you gonna shake your rump We gonna smoke this tree down to the trunk Down to the trunk, Down to the trunk [Hook] Stay high, never want the down side Chillin' in the wagon, double park the b**h at wayside Stay high, never want the down side Chillin' in the wagon, double park that b**h at wayside Wayside, Wayside, Wayside Wayside, Wayside, Wayside Stay high, never want the down side Chillin' in the wagon, double park the b**h at wayside Uh, Uh, double park that b**h