So Smoked Out

[Verse 1: Lil Smoked Out]
Wake up in the mornin', grabba blunt I'm chiefing now coming through the house
(Who could it be?)
Lil Smoked-Out
Headed to the bathroom with the red light in the air
Smoking on a square' 5th of yak ink attack
Take another pull gun to my face now
I'm laying on my motherfuckin back
Slip in to a coma, blinked on the blunt-ah
Just for the spunka all your fuckin' ganja
If a nigga wanna test my pimpin, I'ma limp in to his ass treat him like a punka
Lil Smoked out, better known as the blunt man
Thinking of a plan now I'm ready to creep
Chiefin on the blunt get, crunk, blew a gun till my nigga Sche knocked em off his feet
Comin through the cut don't give a fuck bout' the 5-0 I just creep so low
Creepin through your neighborhood nigga figure out now I'm kickin down the motherfuckin bud-man door
Chillin' with the crew sippin on the brew in the front room kickin back on the couch
Me and my nigga chiefin cause you know I got about two or three pounds
Grab another blunt I blaze, my mind slip in a daze
My feet kick up into the air, my mind is going crazy
Chiefin like a motherfucker nigga passing out hit the ground pass it around
We smoked out, we locced out, Lowlife niggas chiefin pounds

[Verse 2: Mr. Sche]
Step in the party with the blunt in my hand
Now its time to get fucked up, niggas would choke on the smoke
The room filled with contact, now I lean back, like a chief can, niggas smokin pure green loccin
We still smokin, we blowing guns like this shit is going out of style, so I stay paid
Damn, I wanna get high, but if I got no money, then a nigga will be cheefin on the hay fool
Niggas ain't cool, so we cruised by the bitch boys
Loccin out, getting very crunk off that green junk
Put and see, get 5 dollars on a bag
If you trifle niggas G I ain't fuckin' with your ass
Pass that dank, lookin' for some more hoe Cuddy old hoes got me sick
Bitches limpin on a shotgun, riding with them Lowlife nigga fool this how we kick it
Sit back, smokin' on the greenery riding in the back seat with my niggas sippin' on a OZ
Pay about 20-20 Blow into my system as im kickin' like a Lowlife, lookin' be fear a high
Rollin' up a blunt, smokin' chicken with my nigga, blowin' gun to these bitches they come to the crib
Fuck 'em cause they high, don't know why, nigga never clean, never ever dream
Never nigga being dirty, so I break a hoe
(Better now) Smokin' dope with my clique, chokin' with the blunt man here's another skunk and I won't
Pick up the take out no shit with them nigga tryna run away with my hay
Just another blonde bitch thinking that i won't respond niggas talkin' shit as I click at your house with the deathwish
Mr Sche blast 3000 blunts, get fuck up in the '96, now I'm outta here, bitch

[Chorus]
I never hesitate to hit that weed
It's like when I see a bag it starts to calling me
I'm just thinking of the indo got me so afiend
Smoked out windows, ridin' so high through the city streets

[Verse 3: Blue Boi]
Blue demon or blue blazin up a blunt just to start my day
Hit my nigga Derrick on a phone "come over chiefing hay"
Blowin braincells out my nose, easing tension from my woes
Shotgun hit a nigga so hard it's knocking off my neighbor's doors
Sit back, relax, blowin on another sack
Niggas in the kitchen playin Black Jack, Junkies always coming back
Fiending for these dope sacks
Got to go and hit the streets, Derry grab the Swisher Sweets
Niggas in the back of the Nova rollin dope with banana leaves
Honked the horn on a couple lil freaks, as we ballin down the streets
Niggas hit the red lights watching my tracks for animosity
Rolling down the window for the breeze damn I'm weak in the knees
Scoping out this busta with my .38 beside me
BITCH