Smoke One

[Intro: Z-Dogg]
Yeah, it's Z-Dogg in this bitch
Smokin' on them phillie blunts
Me and my nigga AK, you know how we do it
Y'all need to watch out for that new
Gimisum Dungeon nationwide tape comin' out, soon
Yeah, for all them niggas that be on that voodoo-shit
Watch out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout
I like to say what's up, to all my niggas, in the O.M.P
My nigga Lil' Red, Lil' Ced and Three 80
They know what I'm talkin' about
Doin' it like some big players
Fuck them player haters, stay off a nigga dick
'Fore my nigga hit you with some of that voodoo-shit
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Watch yourself, bitch
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout

[Verse 1: AK]
Oh my god, I'm out of blunts, I see some niggas hittin' that funk
One point five's up in my pocket, now you know, I gotta' drop it
Take a pull from a junt, even though it's on fire
Mad coke and a blunt, mane, I think, I'm gonna die
Smokin' light green every day, Z-Dogg and the A.K.
Big Hill, he's got the fry, mane, I'm finna' get high
Kick my head to the back, blow a gun to my nose
Let it flow to my brain, 'cause I'm goin' insane
Boy, I wish I had a blunt, everything would be alright
Mistermeanor on my side, and we smokin' on that light

[Chorus: Z-Dogg]
Smoke some, blow some, choke some
Smoke some, blow some

[Verse 2: Misdemeanor]
It's three o'clock in the mornin', and I'm cruisin' for blunts, so I
Can chief this hella killer inkedafied skunk, and uh I'm dreamin' hard, needin' a wake up call
So I boss to the crip and look for the papers I bought, yes sir
It's been some years since I smoke the papers and caught the vapors, that had me wakin' and shakin', trapped in a mind of satan
Pullin' up to the driveway, breakin' off in the house, lookin' for the papers now
I'm mad as fuck, 'cause the one to the fives can not be found
Soon as I rest my head and look across my fuckin' bed
It's the devil chiefin' hay, dressed up all in red
He said that I can get you higher, than you ever been
Smoke some papers out the bible, with an evil grin
And since my mind is weak, 'cause I'm fiendin' like a thug that smoke
Chief descriptions out the good book you call Holy Dope
I know, it's wrong but I gots to get my high undo
What would you do Z-Dogg, if you ran out of phillies too?

[Chorus: Z-Dogg]
Smoke some, blow some, choke some
Smoke some, blow some, choke some
Smoke some, blow some, choke some
Smoke some

[Verse 3: Z-Dogg]
I said, damn, I ran outta phillie blunts
I gotta sit back and roll me some fat mack junts
Because them tops they burn too fuckin' fast
Thats why I smoke them blunts, because that shit's gon' last
We used to smoke Swisher Sweets, then we moved to Phillies
But now, we smoke them [?], 'cause that shit is in me
Them big boy blunts they better than the fuckin' papers
Because we fill it up with weed, make it last till later
Uh, 'cause when you smoke that weed, I know you gon' jone
We smokin' that home grown, that Ink, and that light-green shit
And when you see me, my eyes always full of it
I gotta stay high 'til the day that I fuckin' die
Them niggas in the 'Crest they only serve that fuckin' fire
I need some weed, I'm goin' on a mega-hunt
Now what you gon' do when you run out of fuckin' blunts?

[Chorus: Z-Dogg]
Smoke some, blow some, choke some
Smoke some, blow some, choke some
Smoke some, blow some, choke some

[Verse 4: Big Hill]
Smoke one, then choke one, but what, if you ain't got one of them NyQuil-Blunts, full of that skunk?
I'm ridin' down the streets, the [?] get them Tampa Sweets
Me and Taxx smokin' that ink and drinkin' that Bumpyface
Fuck them coppers, fuck them haters, they can't fade us
We cuttin' they throat with razors, [?] with some real niggas in Frayser
Why these buster bitches paige us, then lay us?
They must pay us players, the money you deal, that's how I live
If we come to kickin' in doors and layin' you snakes to the floor
Smoke one, then choke one, Big Hill want more