Time Machine by X (Ten) Lyrics

Break it down
Roll it up
Make sure that your car filled up
We just wanna chill on out
So tell me what the hating bout
We ain't worried bout your team
First concern of getting cream
So will you please excuse me as I
Hop up in my time machine

If this was the 80's
I would probably be that nigga
Probably chill with Rick James
Poking on some bitches
Smoking Mary Jane
While I'm throwing all my riches
With some vixenish granting wishes
Like these bitches were gipsies
Got em boxing in the car
With all my niggas with pistols
Later meet up with some hipsters
Say she know all my scriptures
Gotta boot her if she tripping
Ain't got time for no bitching
Just sit back enjoy the ride
& pass that weed that you hittin