O'Dell - I Smell Smoke lyrics

[Intro] I'm in the land L.A. -- land of the sticky What ch'all n***as know bout that purple weed n***a Show y'all n***as some sh**, it's that sticky, that bud Indo, hydro, open up the window, I'm bout to blow That fire sh**, n***a what ch'all, what ch'all got What ch'all got to roll 'em up Backwoods? Garcia Vegas Straight chocolate Phillies n***a straight, ? n***a I'll twist it in the Black n Milds Y'all n***as don't know nothing about them Coronas Cognac, J.O.B., one point five Break it up, chop it up, cut it up, tuck the end Take the Phillie out and roll it up Light it, hit it, hold it, pa** Puff puff blow it up See some of y'all n***as be talking about blowing But can't handle the doja Getting sleepy n sh**, quitting all early b**h you ain't no smoker Y'all must think used to hitting that dirt The sticks with the brown buds Me, I ain't got sh** else to do n***a I'm bout to get f**ed up Two cases of green OPTIMOS burned away A.M. done turned to P.M And nighttime done turned back to day I'm, still smoking Feeling sporty in my hotel - spent the whole day getting loaded It's nothin but smoke til there's nothin to smoke It's nothin but sticky and nothin but doja Disconnect the smoke detector and Put a wet towel up under the door Nobody around me mo' dope for me, I got the whole tree Leftovers for me, whoo this b**h off the hee bu*ton up cause s** 'em up is a pet peeve First don't put my lighter in your pocket Second don't wet my goddamn weed That's just two, before I could get to three and fo' Five and six, I heard a DUM DUM DUM DUM at the do' Evidence all over, I've been doing something serious Gotta hide this sh**, cause I know that's hotel security I played it off, I said come back later I ain't got on no clothes He said, sorry sir, I don't mean to disturb ya, but I smell smoke f** it just went to jail for that sh**; I ain't goin back I done ate an ounce and I'mma flush the rest Cause I ain't going out like that Spraying cologne and cutting on the shower; trying to clear it up Workin like a dog but I gotta open the do' - f** it here go nothing The door swung open and some young n***a Talking bout, what's happening He said, I know you got that fire, sell your boy a sack Ain't that a b**h Boy you betta get your b**h a** up outta here n***a I'd think you the motherf**ing police I done threw all my motherf**ing weed away f**in with you old b**h-a** n***a n***a, get your motherf**ing ho-a** up outta here b**h before I stomp your b**h a**, the f** Boy this n***a done blew my motherf**ing high