Smoke

[Verse 1: Shim-E Bango]
I go various blunts through the various months
When taking tokes when I smoke some of the scariest skunk
Don't give a fuck when I mix up
Twist up, roll a spliff up to get my fix up, while I'm getting my dick sucked
Fuck you! Probably jack your dick with glue
Like dude in the nude in American Pie 2
Guns go bananans, turn your block to bonanza
Turn you out with cannons, leave your body for cameras
The [?] we let 'em rip
Split bricks, making your drop the Emmitt Smith
Eyes stay open (Uh uh) Stay shooting
For weed, I move more weight than Nate Newton
I could poke a [?] through a half gram of Afghan
I could make a bong out of a raggedy trash can
(*Cough*)
Ayo, hit this my nigga

[Chorus x2: King Gordy & Shim-E Bango]
Get a blunt! Lick it once!
Take your thumb! Slice it up!
Break the buzz down! Feel it! Seal it! Drop!
Light it up and! Smoke!

[Verse 2: King Gordy]
I love you Mary Jane
My Spanish everything
She came from Mexico
Now I can't let her go
The fattest of blunts, roll with weed, that wasn't Canibus Cups
We'll have to smacking you up
So damn violent, when I smoke dope that's violent
Glocks fast firing, cops mad, sirens, chalk the hash light
As I kill my brain cells I should spill your brain cells
K shells, banana clips split frames well
Writing with Shim-E while lighting a sticky
Riots will quickly transpire when I fire the semi
Stop what you're doing, you're a hostage locked in a room
With tropical fumes knocking you out, we'll carpet the room bitch
Beat me 'til he pleads for the brain
Hope he O.D., got the needle injecting THC in his brain

[Chorus x2: King Gordy & Shim-E Bango]
Get a blunt! Lick it once!
Take your thumb! Slice it up!
Break the buzz down! Feel it! Seal it! Drop!
Light it up and! Smoke!

[Verse 3: Shim-E Bango]
If your roll I'ma smoke, get a bo them I'ma toke
Cough and choke 'til you provoke with croaked 'dro and kush
[?] crust
Got me fucked up with a buzz bigger than cuz'
Butter's what I love, I'll probably die from lung failure
For smoking blunts and haze with the highest guy in America
So give me no seeds when I go buy trees
'Cause you won't get no business from me, BIATCH!

[Verse 4: King Gordy]
You're tryna sell a green, weed [?] some brown [?]
That's a felony! How that sound? Shoot his house down
Beat his workers up, put them in a spot, make 'em work for months
No cash, just Coney Island burgers and blunts
Don't play with me, blazing weed's a holiday to me
Amazingly I could smell trees a block away from me
Oh you done smoke one blunt and decided you high now?
I'm tryna put a whole pound inside a one white-out

[Chorus x2: King Gordy & Shim-E Bango]
Get a blunt! Lick it once!
Take your thumb! Slice it up!
Break the buzz down! Feel it! Seal it! Drop!
Light it up and! Smoke!