Lyrics
Duce All 9-0-5 With another Classic Hit!
[Verse 1]
Sticky green, I break it down smooth, no stem, no seed,
Got the zig-zags rolled tight, smell like a citrus breeze.
That platinum grade, what my soul really need,
This ain't dirt weed, this is certified, Grade-A skunk.
The aroma hits the nostrils, instant elevation, son.
Lighting up the tip, watch the cherry burn slow and clean.
Fingers stained gold, paper burning to the funk,
One touch to the lungs, now my world is funked up.
[Chorus]
Rollin' through the 905, windows tinted, low and slow,
Smell the chronic smoke, watch the Steel City lights glow.
The tension gone, yeah, the funk is the only guide,
Got that smile locked in, on the Funk wave we ride.
[Verse 2]
Eyes low, sunk back like a leather seat, the tension gone.
Head nodding slow to the bass, till the break of dawn.
Cruising 905, windows down, let the breeze blow through,
The bassline's deep, rattle the dashboard on the turn.
The room starts to spin like a merry go round,
Everything's moving slow motion, cinematic graphics.
Sinking deeper in the seat, watch the static fade away,
Got my mind on my money, but my focus on the puff.
[Bridge]
Yeah, from B C to the 9 0 5 steel city..
Hearing colours, seeing sound, the mind is open wide.
We just roll through, slow and low...
Gotta hit the corner store for blunt wraps, 'cause I just can't get enough.
[Chorus]
Rollin' through the 9 0 5, windows tinted, low and slow,
Smell the chronic smoke, watch the Steel City lights glow.
The tension gone, yeah, the funk is the only guide,
Got that smile locked in, on the Funk wave we ride.
[Chorus]
Rollin' through the 9 0 5, windows tinted, low and slow,
Smell the chronic smoke, watch the Steel City lights glow.
The tension gone, yeah, the funk is the only guide,
Got that smile locked in, on the Funk wave we ride.
