[Lyric] Roll Up (Starting six)

[Chorus: Big Steve]
I roll up
Roll grapes in the Bay, all day I can't see straight
Okay, okay
I roll up
Roll grapes in the bay, all day I can't see straight
Okay, okay

[Verse 1: Nic Nac]
Ey, Blow Grapes in the bay
All day, okay? I can't see straight
I'm gone, and I'm never coming back
I just took a hit of that grand daddy fat
But the Kush got me lifted
Like a present, Big Steve, I'm gifted
She got me on her on her wish list, no Christmas
Like a blunt, once its gone, you gon' miss it
I'm rollin up like a sleeping bag
Nic Nac I byong, you ain't hittin that
And if I can't buy a swisher I be really mad
And if my bitch don't smoke then its really bad
But I love it when my weed's all purpley
You know me, I only get the coke in my slurpee
I'm usually with the 6 riding through Berkley
In Toby, Errrrrr, swerving
[Chorus: Big Steve]
I roll up
Roll grapes in the Bay, all day I can't see straight
Okay, okay
I roll up
Roll grapes in the bay, all day I can't see straight
Okay, okay

[Verse 2: Rye Bread]
Yeah, so go ahead and pass the blunt my way
And they wonder why I'm high all day?
Every Swisher's being packed with them grapes
Coming straight from the bay smelling like that stanky, stank
As baby girl flips another plane
I'm smoking on a chop, wonderin how I'm functioning
Satellite high, yea I'm chillin on the milky way
Catch me in the sky with a lighter and an 1/8th of grapes, floating

[Verse 3: Fess]
I'm superman high, call me Clark Kent
Roll down the windows let the car vent
In the days of the purple haze
And my tree blue and grey call it Devil Ray
Yeah, getting settled in the settler
Baby girl going bad they should settle her
Now we paper plane cruising
Eat a meal, take a nap and we're snoozing
[Chorus: Big Steve]
I roll up
Roll grapes in the Bay, all day I can't see straight
Okay, okay
I roll up
Roll grapes in the bay, all day I can't see straight
Okay, okay

[Verse 4: Fess]
We in the drop-top
So take a hit, relax, lay back take your top off
Young Fess no chase with my pop off
Yeah, and I'm hot like salsa
Yeah, and I smoke like I'm Rasta
Baby girl I wish you was a sack and I could cop ya
No lie baby, I'm with the 6 and we rollin in the bay, baby

[Verse 5: Goose]
I'm smoking tough and I'm hella high
Late night, northern lights gotta pass the time
I need my blunt rolled tight so I can sleep right
Not burning spice, eyes red like like a stop light, floatin high
In the air, I'm pollution, Starting Six bitch and you know we real zooted
It's young frug, and I didn't cop the sack
I got it for that grizbie and my minds off track, going crazy
[Chorus: Big Steve]
I roll up
Roll grapes in the Bay, all day I can't see straight
Okay, okay
I roll up
Roll grapes in the bay, all day I can't see straight
Okay, okay