Rasta Music Pt. 2

Lyrics

[Intro: T.Y.] You know I had to make another one Son of a Gangsta Volume 2 nigga Yea, get yo' mother fucking mind right Fucking with that Jet Life Light up! Run that shit [Chorus] This is reggae music Welcome to the sound This is reggae music Welcome to the sound [Verse 1: T.Y.] You know I smoke 'em back to back got like 4 lit at once Try to burn with me than you better not bring yo' lungs Different types of OG's, bitch you know what we need Mix it with this music than I guarantee you OD Son of a Gangsta and look here, as I proceed To continue to get these duckets and smoke my weed Higher than a mother fucker that's where it got me Come on let's be real y'all know you can't stop me Fuck a system free my pops out that can So you could get this money, yo' lil boy now a man Plays back to back we be making on demand The highest mother fucker got the joint up in his hand In my lo lo, ain't no speeding in here we in cruise mode Flight before I kill it Imma need like 2 of those Me and Roddy came back with another track Jets at your mother fucking neck [Chorus] This is reggae music Welcome to the sound This is reggae music Welcome to the sound [Verse 2: Young Roddy] Back when I was T.Y. age I smoked a whole pound And tell a bitch quick G's up hoes down I ain't no clown I ain't no code brown Shawn Michael on a track I hit it with a clothesline Bet I hold it down, huh I stay high even at my day job She say she like it rough ass up face down, uh Bet on that fool I been through hell and back Bitch I walks like a pimp, talk like a mack Eat lobster and shrimp I made it out the trap I'm live out the gutter fool I started out with nothing Check my stats bitch I balled all summer Bumpy Johnson in the kitchen how I cook that butter, uh But this that d-boy talk toting that four pound Shit this that MJ flow wearing that 4-5 But they want me stay pop like (?) Never that bitch it's Jets at yo' mother fucking neck [Chorus] This is reggae music Welcome to the sound This is reggae music Welcome to the sound