Webbie - Smokin k**ah lyrics

[Verse 1] Trillionaire, we gettin' chedda [?], that's how we hide out Ten stories made my house just like a high house Fresh pounds, still wet when we buy it out You know that k**a burn da best when it's dried out Back to back, back to back n***a where it's at I'm smokin' white boys, and you know I'm black No seeds, no indeed when we blowin' weed My son told me when he grow up that he growing weed Burnt chips, burnt lips, burnt fingertips My n***a got burnt, I burn blunts for him Cigarillos for the ghettos, better sell those Boys go 'head Hey, you know that [Hook] We smokin' on that k**ah Roll it, blow it (x7) We smokin' on that k**ah Roll it, blow it (x7) We smokin' on that k**ah Roll it, blow it (x7) We smokin' on that k**ah Roll it, blow it (x7) We smokin' on that k**ah [Verse 2] sh** savage, I'm smokin' zig-zags on they b**h a** Cross me, get straight smoked, I'm talkin' 'bout puff, puff, pa** I stay high - first cla** I'm straight fly, that's straight gas Kno my grade is that high grade I been gettin' blazed since eighth grade I made it here, I'm kinda happy Presidential sh**, Obama had it It don't matter who had it, f**, we burn it until it's gone And go get sum mo And then do it again Now we rollin' this fat blunts Y'all steady rollin them [?] [Hook] We smokin' on that k**ah Roll it, blow it (x7) We smokin' on that k**ah Roll it, blow it (x7) We smokin' on that k**ah Roll it, blow it (x7) We smokin' on that k**ah Roll it, blow it (x7) We smokin' on that k**ah [Intro: Verse 3] Blow it, blow it Blow it, blow it, Sweet Jones Jr.! Look [Verse 3] Pa** the blunt, pa** the blunt It came down to the last what? Get a big drag, huh, then throw that b**h away like my last gun Get your hustle on, stack all your cheese Make sure you stay around all Gs Real n***as, that's all you need All these p**y n***as do is try to hog all the weed Smoke a zip a day, a clip a stay Around the way, just in case One of these p**y n***as try to play Then all these p**y n***as got to pay 250 a zip, 50 round clips, 28 grams, straight out da scale Straight till I die, heaven or hell I can just tell that n***a a sell that k**ah for real You could just smell as soon as you inhale It's hittin' you, yeah Then pa** it around, I ain't got sh** but real n***as in here Real n***as in here I ain't got sh** but real n***as in here Real n***as in here I ain't got sh** but real n***as in here [Outro] Roll it, blow it (x16) We smokin' on that k**ah Roll it, blow it (x7) We smokin' on that k**ah Roll it, blow it (x7) We smokin' on that k**ah