Erica Part 2

Rollin' up tight reefer sticks
Twist with both hands
I'm from the era of freakin' on
The floor to the slow jams
Wake up, do a song, smoke
That's the program so put a nug in
Nigga we could smoke both strands

500 horsepower, shhhh on the Interstate
I'm tired of buyin' cars
Nigga I'm tryin' to get some real estate
And I'm tired of seein' fuckin'
Subway on my dinner plate
Every single night in the booth
I'm eatin' dinner late
On the 101, windowns down, let it ventilate
We don't be kissin' in the mouth
I just penetrate life is a bitch from day 1
And not a minute late
And niggas be thinkin' Super Bowl
But it's a pennant race

The honey name was Erica
I met her in America only in America
Only in America

I think about goin home all the time
I think about the times that can't
Be relived in my children's lives
I think about how I much
Rather be free than here
But I do not resent the
Calamities which have arrived
Or the disasters that may occur
For perhaps in these unpleasant instances
Something which I do not like
May be my salvation
And perhaps in something that I may prefer
Will be my doom
There's a blessing behind this all
One that a wise man such
As myself will not ignore
For I have been given the opportunity
To attain the reward for patience
Dom, continue to be good bro
Be there for Chip
Don't withhold the knowledge you acquire
Remain steadfast, keep an open mind
Don't stop loving love
Don't stop believing in life and yourself
More importantly
Keep supplying that dope music
I Love You Bro joey Supreme