Bout It - brokeNCYDE

Chillin' at the crib and get wasted

If you get naked

Party in a prime location

Tell your girlfriend to bring her best friend

She steal I tryna laded

Get you faded, it’s complicated

We just popped a pill, levitated

In spaceship we in the matrix

vacation, got my flame on

Tryna get my break on

Double cups of that Grey Goose

Chillin' with a

Tell a pussy

Put your motherfucking hands up in the air, if you got it

Put your motherfucking bodies in the sky, make it got it

Gotta motherfucking in this bitch, if you got it

Put your motherfucking hands up in the air, if you got it

Pound if you ain’t all about it

Yes, it’s all weed, the money counting

Keep that ass in, titties bouncin'

We’re the kings, yeah

No need to announce it, hold up

We came here to turned up

We a here to throw up

Hey, to up

up

Money come, tell you once

Don’t make me tell you twice

I’ma really nice guy, but don’t cross me

I’ma burn you then take your life

Put your motherfucking hands up in the air, if you got it

Put your motherfucking bodies in the sky, make it got it

Gotta motherfucking in this bitch, if you got it

Put your motherfucking hands up in the air, if you got it

Sam: Get outta here, Dewey!

Dewey Cox: What are y’all doin' in here?

Sam: We’re smoking reefer and you don’t want no part of this shit

Dewey Cox: You’re smoking «reefers»?

Sam: Yeah, 'course we are;

can’t you smell it?

Dewey Cox: No, Sam.

I can’t

Reefer Girl: Come on, Dewey!

Join the party!

Put your motherfucking hands up in the air, if you got it

Put your motherfucking bodies in the sky, make it got it

Gotta motherfucking in this bitch, if you got it

Put your motherfucking hands up in the air, if you got it