[Lil' Flip]

Well, I smoke and lean tryna get high

on Cloud 9 tryna reach they sky

we call it dro'ya'll call it lye

all I need is a sweet to get me by

I'm super fly like Missy

drink Moette until I'm pissy

I pulled up in a Bentley

hoes asking who is it its F-L-I-P

blowing that light green

no sticks, no seeds $300 for an O-Z

and you know me stay blowed puffing and passing

you split it, dump it, lick it then stuff it wit hashing



[Chorus]

Da roof, da roof, da roof is on fire

We don't need matches real smokers use lighters

Da roof, da roof, da roof is on fire

We don't need matches real smokers use lighters



[Lil' Flip]

Smoke all day thats what I do

when I think about my nigga Screw

I break bread with my crew

I smoke green, purple, even blue

I dont know about you but I love to smoke

play Grand Theft and crack a joke

or go to the club and snatch a hoe

thats the way it go when ya ballin hoe

we smoke dro'to get higher

I got 20's on my tires, I got tensions in my wires

cause Haddy's got that fire

and when I retire I'm a still be smoking hay

like (?whos ya conflict?)or mail man and Drey

so if you wanna smoke something just holla at ya boy

cause I got cotton candy, tarantula, and fat boy

we can roll a sack boy and get so high

but when its time to hit the club I need Visine for my eyes



[Chorus]

Da roof, da roof, da roof is on fire

We don't need matches real smokers use lighters

Da roof, da roof, da roof is on fire

We don't need matches real smokers use lighters