Take yo ass to sleep
[Verse 1]
Go ahead, light 'em up
If you rolled them bitches, light 'em up
If you didn't, slow ya roll then bitches
I don't give a fuck who ya sucked up for the right strain
Tough luck
I ain't that guy, but I'm that high
Maintenance for great shit, that fire
Wifi in tha Backhouse, not uh
Get the Good Times rollin' with the cha cha
I can't describe the vibe I get
When I smoke out six bitches, and five I hit
Bumpin' D-1-2, burnin' some tye die shit
Rippin' a tye die shirt, to wipe my tye die dick
Aw shit, I think I lost it
Or maybe not, she drippin' like faucets
When the base kick in, she dippin' her posture
Like bounce with it with it bounce, nigga it's awesome
When a nigga talk bad business, ya lost me
Say it with me now (Fuck nigga, ya lost me)
I ain't sayin' I can't afford pay attention
It's just the price on my mind, nigga it's costly
I'm bossin', like chief la wheeze
SLYTE pass the blunt, before ya speak ya peace
I know my eyes Easter pink, but please believe
A nigga don't need the weed, but love the weed
*Muah*
Kiss and hug the weed, now I'm out of it
By the sound of it, no counterfeit
Got a lot of it, come chill
But only if ya fuck with the tracks
(That's real)
That's how a nigga feel, besides airborne
Never paranoid, nope nope stare more
Not a humanoid, I'm above that shit
If ya love this shit, grab a bong sing along
[Chorus]
Got ya bills paid? Got ya kids straight?
Then fuck what they sayin' go ahead
Smoke that shit, nigga
Got ya money right? Oh ya money tight?
Shit, fuck it anyway, grab a light
Smoke that shit, nigga (2X)
[Verse 2]
Here I am, but there I was
Sat stuck in the makin' of a spud
(Hmm)
I could quit this shit, but won't budge
All my generation rolled in the blunt
(Hmm)
Any given sensation, when I face it
Never really matchin' up, plus
When get the hesitation, all my niggas in tha cut
Blowin' smoke like the pastor does
(Trust)
So pass that, before that, ash that
Like my nigga space goat, gotta hash that
Then it's back to the cheese like a lab rat
Got to get that, when I get it, got to sit back
I'm smooth like that dog, I'm cool that
Ya don't get it, sit back and take a pull like that
Yeah
Just keep it all in, I keep cool like that
Oh yeah, grab a bong sing along
[Chorus]
Throw down on the sack
(You leechin' ass bitch)
Throw down on the sack
(Shh)moke was produced by Wonya Love.