Paul Wall - It's Ironic lyrics

[Hook x2: Angie Stone] It ironic, it ironic, it ironic All you wanna do is smoke chronic [Intro: Paul Wall] Paul Wall, Paul Wall Roll it up, smoke it up, light it up [Verse 1: Paul Wall] All I wanna do is smoke, roll up All gas, no reggie no sir I'm talkin' 'bout the type of kush that blow your wig back High dollar sack, had another sample pack Pack the blunt with a grandma wax AU gold leaf, roll it tight Light it up, man hold up Smoke a ounce all night, I might Do you, I'm doing me Purp and green but no white Heavy smoker, not light Nothin' but that satellite [Hook] [Verse 2: Roosh Williams] Young Sky Walker, I'm a high talker Chronic bagged up, I'm 'bout to fly off to A different state where they legalized it So high I don't realize it I'm swangin' through the south in a black Cadillac Smokin' loud, eyes lookin' like I got cataract b**h They should get an Emmy cause they just f**in' act b**h I'mma take [?] Roosh Willie the mane, take a dab while your baby mama givin' me brain Catch me smokin' out in public like it's actually legal And you prolly gonna think the kid is really insane And my crazy a** with the big homie Baby Bash Got two broads sittin' on Mercedes gla** Smokin' legal like we raise some gra** [Hook] [Verse 3: Baby Bash] Yeah we rap a lot and we smoke a lot That's two labels we know about And we grow the crop and we know the spot And these big boy blunts we smokin' on Dabbin' on these concentrates Got a motherf**er higher than Devin Edible kush, Obama cakes How many milligrams? Ain't no tellin' Secret session, private party and it's invitation only Cause you smokin' with The Legalizers Trick come check my clothings n***a [Hook x2]