TunK - When Paris Smokes lyrics

Slim: Back up in this b**h wit a baggy full of Cali Tryna match, who got a swish We can smoke in Paris' Caddy I barely been blowin' past couple days, sadly I just couldn't afford it, ask my n***a if he had me He fronted me 'bout an eighth and hooked me up with a fatty That's three heads on the blunt, me, Tunk, Scrappy I asked this b**h, "You wanna smoke," and she said, "Gladly." And brought her whole family, damn you know Hook Everybody wanna smoke, but You didn't put it on this twenty, twen, twen I'm high, I'm blown, supply your own And make something happen, maybe we can match one Tunk: I broke down a pack 'bout as loud as a crowd Of Penn State blowing eight pounds in the shower The only way you hittin' without givin' the amount Of $2 a drag, is if you payin' by the hour To catch a contact, we is where it's at The 2Pac autopsy, weed, we open chest We dip lean, make the scene you overdressed Like a salad, just follow the Indian tree Loaded like I stole it, pray I don't run into police I'm known to flip the droski, keep an oz roll a poly When it's done, roll a spur, Parker, Duncan and Ginobili Go in and drop the 40, blow an eigth of holy moly Said a friend with weed is a friend indeed Never smoke me out, you ain't friends with me It's noon, and this sh** got to last till the evening Wanna be sky high, bring a Lincoln Bridge Everybody wanna smoke, but none of you n*ggas put in And none of you n*ggas is finna blow on none of my twenty, twen, twen I'm finna get high, and I don't know about you, you, you I'm finna get high, and I don't know about you, you, you, you Hook Paris: Aye, I hate to be the bearer of bad news But this here gon' hurt your stomach like bad food Y'all hop up in the ride say you got 5 on it If you boys wanna ride, then you gotta pay the price While you're in there payin' for the swishas, n*gga Put 6 on the tank, sh** what you think? As much as you tryna get high, I'm tryna survive And my wheels of steel keep this party alive Yeah, that cannabis sativa may be part of ya plans But I ain't tryna push this Caddy with my hands 6 bucks ain't even a lot, either that or pat your feet It's just a small fee if you wanna hot box my car, so Hop out, if you can't pull the cash out The most important thing is the petro You down, n*gga let's go And everybody know I don't usually blow But mayne pa** the 'gar, I'mma hit that ho Credits