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
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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
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