Featuring master p
[talking]
Somebody open a fuckinand' window
I canand't fucking breath
Letand's get high tonight
Letand's get high tonight
Letand's get high tonight
Letand's get high tonight
When i ainand't got no weed my nerves get bad
This gunnu want a page and'bout to score me a bag
Of that green sticky donand't want no stems or seeds
My nigga fiend in the front seat rollinand' sum sweets
See we like to get high seven days a week
And weed smoke in the air, make my niggas tweak
And snoop choppinand' up some chronic in the back seat
Soulja slim down to smoke 10 before we fall asleep
Get weight, and still wanna get high
Moby dick comminand' with that chocolate tai
Nah, nah, this is for my smokers
My coke lovinand' snorters
My niggas flippinand' quarters
Uhh we smokers, we oughta
Nah, nah, this is for my smokers
My coke lovinand' snorters
The niggas stay flippinand' quarters
We smoke, cus we oughta
Two things iand'm gunand' do, get high and die
Shirt smellinand' like sess, momma askinand' why
Red eyes, burnt lips, brown finger tips
You chokinand' like you and'bout to die, lemme hit that shit
I need weed to proceed, you hoes acting stuck up
But bitch i want some pussy, when we get fucked up
Just me and my niggas gettinand' higha than a motherfucka
Stop at the store, mouth drya than a mothafucka
Half of pound of stress, put that chest to the test
Throw your nigga a gun, cus tonightand's the smoke fest
Why, why this is for my smokers
My coke lovinand' snorters
My niggas stay flippinand' quarters
Uhh we smokers, we oughta
Uhh, uhh, this is for my smokers
My coke lovinand' snorters
My niggas stay flippinand' quarters
We smoke, cus we oughta