Boogie Mane - My Smokin Session lyrics

(Intro, Frayser Boy & [Boogie Mane]) Aye, Crunchy told ya he had "3 Different Kinds of Weed" in a bowl I didn't believe him, but man this n***a got that shiiit! [Man, that sh** got me higher than a muh'f**a, foo] Aye Boogie Mane, man, aye You need ta pa** that sh**, bruh [Frayser, you prob'ly gon' have to roll up yo own dogg] (Hook, Frayser Boy & [Boogie Mane]) I smoke weed [I Smoke weed] I gets high [I gets high] I need it on a daily base to get by [To get by] I smoke weed [I Smoke weed] I gets high [I gets high] I need it on a daily base to get by [To get by] Do the damn thang, get the lighter, fire it up b**h Do the damn thang, get the lighter, fire it up b**h Do the damn thang, get the lighter, fire it up (Fire it up) This is a smokin session This is a smokin session (Verse 1, Frayser Boy) I got a smokin habit Got it? Then let me have it That 'Dro would make me happy Sticky like Laffy-Taffy Fiendin cause I'm an addict Never caught blazin babbage Hurry and let me grab it Extend your arm and pa** it I'm rollin through the hood, my windows half-cracked The firest sh** up in the town, gots ta have that Inhale, exhale, inhale, and blow it out Give me that 'Dro, plus a mic, I'm showin out So n***a what'cha mean? My favorite color green I keep a blurry scene From sh**'cha never seen This f**in 'Dro I'm chokin, it got me mad-straight I'm feelin like I'm on that movie called "Half Baked" I'm smokin half weight, my eyes real heavy I'm flyin home to my broad cause I feel ready Been smokin all night, ain't gotta ask that question I'm feelin alright, this is my smokin session (Hook) (Verse 2, Boogie Mane) Smoke on a daily basis Don't even ask me why My head be full of Marijuana, evidence in eyes Drift off to other places, you wouldn't think I be Pa** me the weed so I can roll me up another B I know you got it n***a, don't make me ask again Cause you don't wanna "say hello to my little friend" Known to cause confrontations, like every now and then Boy f** the conversation, put that Hydro in the wind His a** start to uhh choke and, smoke fillin up his lungs So when I hit and showed him, showed him what his a** won Reach down into yo pockets, and give me all yo weed And clown stop all the flaugin, cause this sh** ain't what'cha need Some n***as try ta copy, and doin what they see But then they do it sloppy, f**in up this lovely weed Call me the Boogie Mane, and I'ma keep ya guessin What f**in zone I'm in when I be in my smokin session (Hook)