Ludacris - What You Smoking On lyrics

[Coughs] Pa** that Let me hit that Cmon n***a [Chorus: Ludacris] What u smokin on, n***a What u smokin on What u smokin on, n***a What u smokin on What u smokin on, b**h What u smokin on What u smokin on, b**h What u smokin on I get so high I get so high And fall off in the sky [Verse 1: Ludacris] I've fallen and I can't get up, somebody wake me up So high that my eyelids low, feelin like I'm in a coma better come shake me up What you wanna do Luda? sh**, roll up might as well AK-47 to the head then we ain't dead, we just high as hell You might know it as weed, gra** marijuana, cannabis, sativa You may call it cheeba, maybe reefer, Wiz Khalifa Smokin on white moonshine, or that anthrax, or that blue dream Spread a lil cologne on my clothes feeling like Versace blue jeans While y'all smoking that rough weed, that dirt sh**, that ragamuff Im smoking on that homegrown and pa** out cuz I done had enough Of that sour diesel, that northern lights, and that k**a Cali They see me out up Oahu, Honolulu, smoking that Maui Wowie [Chorus] [Verse 2: Ludacris] Look, don't fret You n***as need a better connect, you gotta get your status up Y'all smoke that stress, we smoke that sh** that won the cannabis cup Now I'm higher than a satellite, eating everything like a parasite Now we in the streets looking for the baddest dike To run a midnight train like Gladys Knight I'm higher than the prices at Petro Higher than the balloon after you let go Cuz I'm smokin on that loud in the middle of a crowd And the loud is really louder than techno I've got my weed card on the way to the store to get medicinal marijuana Luda, study more Buddha than the Dalai Lama Granddaddy purp, bubble gum, or the OG Kush White widow, or the g13, and the Irene got your homies shook But that Jack Herer and the headband got my homies wired And the blueberry yum yums that fire [Chorus] [Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa] Uh Smokin on that something grown at home, sunken blowin ozs n***a I'm from PGH but all my weed from Califon' Cant find the remote control Thats how you know I'm stoned All you do is call me, I got all the weed, the papers, bongs Brownies, trippy sticks, and vaporizers, we could smoke a bowl All these n***as smokin weed around me it's a smoke-a-thon Crowded in my whip, its partly cloudy cuz we smokin strong You say you can't smoke them joints, probably cuz you rolled it wrong My dollars up, I'm gettin em and Im foldin it I'm lighting em, I'm hittin em, I'm not holdin it I'm pa**in them straight to Ludacris and he's smokin it Security and a n***a that own a b**h, Askin