Smoke Something

Smoke something ******s

This one go out to all the ******s that be getting loaded all the ladies that be getting loaded

Score it up, roll it up, blow it up

I'm bout to let you ******s know something 'fore you get mad and throw something, ************ you better smoke something

If it's on your chest, get's rid of that mess, for the end of that stress

****** told me that's sess was the best, so

I got's to test

It's all in the roll, ****** how you hold it

If you didn't notice that

I was ****** up, y'all ******s ain't loaded

Speakin' of myself

I'm just a rap writer

But before

I get my nerves bad, let me go get my -- let me go get my lighter

Blaze up a swissa full of herb, shut the door, shut the window

Close the gate, get the phone out,

I don't want to be disturbed

I'm on too but

I'm in my own home

High as Cheech

N Chong, in my own zone, smokin' homegrown

Smoke all over this mother******

But never would have knowed it, if

I wasn't loaded

So come and take a walk with me

Get spark with me *inhales* what a brought with me

See ya'll ****** can't find this, ******s be moving in slow motion smokin' that

Bionic Chronic

And ain't no ************ like

Bo-************ No four like that score

I be screamin but yall know what

I'm fiendin' for

****** you wanna know something?

****** the dumb ************t, ****** you better smoke something