*Freestyle over 'Drive Slow' by Kanye West. Produced by Kanye

Hydro

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
I can't fuckin' wait to cop another eight of hydro homie
Uh huh, yeah yeah
I can't fuckin' wait to cop another eight of hydro homie
Uh huh, yeah
I can't fuckin' wait to cop another eight
You never know homie
Out gettin' blowed homie
Until you cop you an eight of hydro homie

[Verse One]
Now I recall back in Saint
Louis they would think
That weed only worked after havin' some dranks
So I'd be drunk as all shit
With a bag of stress
Fuckin' with my nigga Sense, cold actin' a mess
Tryin' to build with them female failures
Home grown girls, Rocky called 'em 'The Regulars'
E'ry five minutes they'd be callin' my cellular
Fo' them dime bitches cause they thought I was sellin' I'm tellin' ya
I was earnin' pay, to smoke on blunts
E'ry day for a couple months, folks would by the stuff from us
And turn around and puff with us
Coughing with my customers
Louder than the niggas with the whistles on they mufflers
That west coast weed was callin'
The things that I'd seen were alarmin'
Compared to the Cali weed, the chronic we was workin' was sorry
It was like Playstation 3 verses Atari
See back back then then if you had a nug
You were the St. Louis version of Marley
The weed was like the life of the party
The kind of green you didn't see on safari
I swear a lot of kids got stank when they chicks got yanked
She'll fuck the whole clique just to hit that dank
Wake up the next morning and forget where she was
I had to call my connect that I was gettin' it from
Like, "Dawg, the ace ain't gettin' it done
Fuck the petty shit, go and send me a ton."
I told him, "Put me on with the zone homie."
I told me, "Don't smoke it alone, it's hydro homie."
Hydro

I can't fuckin' wait to cop another eight
You never know homie
'Bout gettin' blowed homie
Until you cop you an eight of hydro homie
The hydro