D.J. Paul - Smokin' On Da Dro lyrics

Hook (2X): Smokin' on da dro You can't act like you don't know Smokin' on da dro You can't act like you don't know Get down, get down on ya knees like a topnotch ho Get down on ya knees like a topnotch ho [Verse 1: DJ Paul and La Chat] (DJ Paul) Now all these chicken head hoes tryna smoke for free See now ho round these parts gone be smokin' on me Get the f** in where you fit in If you want it throw yo bucks in Trade yo truck in Put something on it (La Chat) Hold up, now how you figure that LaChat be jockin n***as for weed You in my face so mother f**er yeah I'm smoking for free See we can't kick it 'less you n***as stick and roll in that dough So f** you boy I'm real as truth and so I know we'll smoke (DJ Paul) That ain't my dog, that's just a n***a that just be tryna play hard The type of n***a I steal my weed from when times get hard But if you wanna f** wit that fool its cool I ain't hurtin You better dress real light cuz that conditioning ain't working (La Chat) n***a who gives a f** what kinda friend or kin that he be to you I'm bout my smokin', chokin', chiefin', f** what you and him do Ain't sh** for free, but sh** wit me, you gotta be ready to spend A ghetto b**h, I'm layin' back smokin' wit a devilish grin Player Hook (2X): [Verse 2: Lord Infamous] I smoke 'em, get choked on, Provoked on the leaves These b**hes want to get they hands on and chief I duck in, I dodge in, I dip in, I dive For b**hes who follow to smoke by my side The head tilt, just like silk, she made me get milk The hobos, just smoke on the blunt super built Snatch yo b**hes a** if she went in my stash Make money, get f**ed up, treat women like trash [Verse 3: Juicy J] All all these hoes be sayin we ghetto Maybe not they type of fellow Pushin on that Chevy pedal Always tryna sell that yellow Guess she think that I'm gone beat her All I wanna do is meet her We can ride out on the bridge To meet this n***a with my re-up Don't be scared when we be slangin' Love yo company when we hangin' Heard you like to f** wit robbers Let you n***as run a train and Rub yo p**y wit the fruity Bend you over, bang the booty Undercover f**in partners, I will shock ya never knew it Hook (2X): [Verse 4: T-Rock] This for the smokers and chiefers She get on reefer her throat is deeper Strait from a skeezer who stimulated to s** my pita Riding on Ox and Vogues Hallin and flockin hoes Which won of these b**hes'll s** me clean as mop and glow You ho in the freight can slown it Yo mouth and my dick component A solid contraption we comin' b**hes a magic moment Inside of a Navigator b**hes 'll masturbate ya This sweat is activator Vanilla her favorite flavor The semen ejaculator But T-Rock 'll never pay ya If she broke then she won't hand a black wit out ho and later Yo payment is from the labor Obedient to my favors When she get high her favorite food is dick and now-n-laters A true gullin' rooty playa Hella-fresh in my Gators b**hes they smoking free with the mafia undertakers We cool as refrigerators When breathin' the chronic vapors Ain't trustin' no ho, a dick s**in' ho is a infiltrator Hook (2X) til fade: