[Intro: Bushwick Bill & Menace Clan]
(n***as wanna smoke)
Oh my f**ing goodness
(n***as wanna smoke Bill, I'm tellin' you man)
Ehehehehe
Oh boy
(You understand, get f**ed up, you know what I'm sayin')
(Treat this sh** like you know, you know how we do n***a)
Goin' off around here
Ehehehehahaha
(I don't even where n***a, f** that, n***a)
Goin' off around here
(Nah n***a)
Y'all come back now ya hear?
(Smoke this sh** right here)
(Check this out)
[Verse 1: Menace Clan]
Look what I did
I scored a lid
Now I'm high as f**
Cause I smoked it deep down my throat
Damn near bust a gut
What the f**?
Thought I heard a truck crash, through my room
Damn near pissed my Fruit of the Looms, man
n***a you be tweakin'
Every weekend we have smoke-outs, choke-outs
What I tell ya about smokin' that sh**?
Pa** it to me, so I can take a hit (alright)
Inhale, find my brain cells
Exhale, light another joint
Oh well, I'm not Bill Clinton
So I just...
[Chorus: Menace Clan]
(Inhale)
Until I'm feeling smoke
'Til my mind feels high
(Exhale)
When I'm always 'bout the choke
[Verse 2: Bushwick Bill]
(Smoke some)
Can't get none
This one got my name on it
I'm Bushwickin' Bill
Roll another, smoke together
I'm gon' k** this one
I've got to get my mind tight
So I can bust this sh** right
Can't see the stage through the fog
[Verse 3: Menace Clan]
I stepped into a cloud of smoke
Choke, I get f**ed up off gin
Then, do it again
Now I'm drinking Hennessy
Menace C-L-A-N
Hittin' endo
Po' mo' drink into my f**ing cup
If you look at my eyes
You can see that I'm f**ed up
But can I hit that?
I'm with that six-pack
That sh** that you smokin' too
Ooh, that's endo
I'm from South-Central
We smoke good sh**
n***a, you can't see me in rappin'
You smokin' bullsh**
I'm down with Bushwick
Took sh** to the other level of the game
When I get high off mary jane
Cause I just...
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 4: Menace Clan]
All of the smoke
You got my vote on another one
Chri-zon got me floatin'
Smokin' with the Jetsons
Every second is an hour
Every hour is a century
I'm from South-Central
So ya know I'm thinking vi-lent-ly
Chri-zon, whi-zon
Got this sh** like Vietnam
n***as blastin' sh**, leaving it like napalm
Hit it, then pa** it back
I'm on this sh** like crack
You lucky that you smokin' fool
This my only bag muthaf**a
So why you wanna s** sh** up?
[Verse 5: Bushwick Bill]
I don't give a f**
You made mistakes before
Now it's in the hands of Chuckwick
I've got to get my sh** lit
You know I'm not gon' pa** it
So why the f** you askin'?
Ain't nothin' happenin'
Ya best to blaze ya own guz
Cause I'm the last muthaf**a that ever wanna trust
With them herbals
I give them fools verbal lectures
Can this ghetto boy get high off this k**a here in Texas?
(Ya eyes are bloodshot)
You blood clot, I love pot
I smoke up all that k**in'
I took yo' spot
And I won't spot
Bad-um, why ask why do I get high when I get high?
When I'm done I just come back and I get high as I...
[Chorus x4]
[Outro]
No muthaf**in' joke