Hey my ni**a we havin’

a wonderful day and

I won’t f*ck with me, why

’Cos it’s the first of tha month

and now we smokin’, chokin’

rollin’ blunts and sippin’ on

forty ounces again

Come come we got the

blessed rum from jumpin’

all nights we high

Hit up the block to

where, East 99

I get with my ni**a to

get me some llello

Double up ni**a what you need

We got weed to get P.O.D’d

Fiend for the green leaves

Give it up it’s the foe

sure you better lay low

’Cos the po po creep

when they roll slow

If you can’t get away

better toss that llello

Keep your bankroll

Yeah, we havin’ a celebration

I love to stay high

And you better believe

when it’s time to grind

I’m down for mine

crime after crime

If we got the food

Oh you know

it’s the first of tha month

Wake up and I see that

my sister is already dressed

She said I’m gonna run

and go get my stamps

Watch and make sure no

one snatches my check

Ni**a that’s the mailman

Sort through the mail and

put it up in a me pocket

So I be hittin’ the ninety

nine to get me a dub

Foe forty bucks but

ain’t nobody ride that rita

Hop on the ten to the click

Ready to get ’em up

with a me thugs

And to cash that dum

I gotta get paid there

there holla holla

Saint Claire got much to offer

Whether it be weed

on ninety three

Or off on the glock glock

for some dollars, so

Get a bag of dope

and a quarter roll, oh

Most all of my ni**as got the

same and we gonna

roll it all up to smoke

Hittin’ that reefer hydro

You know the cut

So f**k them po po

Toss all that llello

and we’re gonna say no

Runnin’ through the alley

and into the melee

Up on the second

the sundown

Those run from January

November, December

Remember the first

of tha month