The Sesh

Yeah, ouhh ouhh ouhh, ouhh ouh Ouhh ouhh ouhh, ouh Ouhh ouhh ouhh, ouh ouh Ouhh ouh ouhh, ouh I got these baggy jeans that sit real nicely on my checks If they don't see me they like"is Regel coming yet?" Yuh, this ho like"excuse me, yuh thought that I was next" Yuh like who the f*ck is she ain't invited to the sesh Yuh, ice all in my veins, white dunks on me like cocaine yuh Eyes like candy cane yeah I'm going David Blaine yuh Tell me what's on your mind, tell me what's going up there Tell me is this fit fye yeah I know you wanna Yeah standin' outside in the rain I feel fresh in my Gore-Tex yeah Let me just take a rest while I'm rollin' up this pressure Yeh while I'm smokin' on this pressure Yeh while I'm smokin' on this pressure Heavy on smokin that za I know my doctor would be pissed Yellin' at me like"Jacque you know you gotta stop that shit" Like, weed, mary-jane, or za, I don't care just pass me the spliff Yeah the fog it made me cough I'm soundin' froggy in this bitch (rah) I think I could be a farmer how I'm handlin' this shit Never lackin' in performance, I'm the captain of this ship Not a day where I'm not workin' I've been bossin' up my clique I've been workin' through my asthma I can barely catch my breath (yah) Goin' up with my team and they all rockin' my tee yeah Did it with my two feet why your ho say that I got three? Comin' to f*ck her like a G I hit home runs, touchdowns and three's They couldn't walk up in my feet, I'm big boy Jacque Fee-Fo-Fum-Fee Come to the function yeah yeah yeah Know who they lovin' yeah yeah yeah Pull up I'm stuntin' yeah yeah yeah Pull up like Pampers shit on them Puttin' my fit in a magazine, all of fits deserve a flic Roll up the blunt my lighter click, fuckin' us up we too damn lit Rollin the blunt my lighter click, fuckin' us up we too damn lit yeah