Lord Infamous - Smoked Out lyrics

[Hook: (8x)Lord Infamous] I'm smoked out, snorted out Drunk and then I'm blowed [Verse 1: DJ Paul] Get the dope, chop it up Get the plate, I can't wait Fifth of henn, in my hand Ask for some, you too late Now I'm high, really high Man I'm about to shout I see you over there talking But what the f** you talking about? Oh I'm blazed, in a daze Purple haze and ash trays Mac Mike you got the light We green this ain't no f**ing day Black Havener Craving the vapors of chronic DJ P with no weed and know what This sh** is so f**ing ironic [Verse 2: Juicy J] I got them blood shot red eyes Look into my eyes Did you see a big surprise Can't you tell a n***a high I can fly, I can float Meet your boy up on the boat Watch me dive into the water Like Titanic when it broke Yo keep the weed coming Keep them drinks coming n***as walking around In a daze like they need something Cream bumming Lighters flicking On the road their ain't no finish Send them back Stop in the kitchen n***a this is just the beginning [Hook: (8x)Lord Infamous] Im smoked out, snorted out Drunk and then I'm blowed [Verse 3: ​​Lord Infamous]​ Hearses circling my house with whack a** rappers in the rear Hella lame in my ear, I come to ruin your career Vocal cords sore, cyborg, morgue souvenir Skins of belly, body smelly, d**h is in the atmosphere Peace is extinct, bloody street, make them stink Planes crash, ships sink, every poison gets sweet Every enemy sleep, feel the nuclear n***a heat May I propose a toast? It's coming close to World War III! Fright night under moonlight, Memphis butcher Mutilate and torture pressure cooker, satan took ya I'll beat ya till there's nothing left but slop Feed you to the swamp Running through the forest like Gump, bloody tree trunk b**h, you want a piece of these? Might as well take the heart There was no love from the start Sprinkle body parts Woe, onto you my foe Cause you just don't know Smoked out, snorted, drunk, blown {​​​Hook: (8x)Lord Infamous}​​​ I'm smoked out, snorted out Drunk and then and I'm blowed [Verse 4: Twista] Got me gone off herb And the erk when I swerve to the curb For the derb in a 'burban Fresh out earling and Hanging with the soldiers Still got some phillies and we pearling Show me where they working From the bank dawg Money on a fifth of henn Tell the motherf**er drink up While the skunk weed starting to stank up b**h go and get some gin We gonna get the party cranked up Put your bank up, we gonna need more Weefer chain cause our cryptic addicted to weed smoke Hit the swishas and proceed slow Take a pull, choke, sh**, this weed dope And I'm off my square now Went and yelled out Where the n***a trying to get sloppier Dropping ya If you trying to get us While we uzing them Rolling with the Three 6 mafia Popping ya popular Bucking n***as with the rhyme Close encounters of the herb kind Leave you sitting on the curb crying South side getting bucked up In a party with a burb mind We gonna tear this b**h up Cause we f**ed up Gone off that sticky When the Zoloft then hit me Having paranoid illusions Of n***a trying to get me Infatuated with d** Smoked out, snorted out, drunk and then blowed Getting crunk in that mode Twista gotta stay high Smoke a skunk till I'm old Now chucking like im sea sick On the front porch with the mob And we be thick Roll when you see Twista and Three 6 Who can bog the motherf**ing mind Like an eclipse on the weed tip