To my niggas, how you feel? Can we chill? Or do we have to pop that steel? 'Cause it's a hot day around our, our way We got the pistols around our, our waist Hate to kill a nigga, why? 'Cause my nigga, style, he's got that killa, what? What do you mean, killa? I mean that bee Those ganja trees, those cut up leaves Please, can I get a puff? What? Please, can I cut her up? What? With my wiatch, pretend that I am riach Please, please, can I, can I lick that cliat? You can go down, you can go down, go down You can go down, girl, I was just playing around Now, back to my focus, y'all gonna be my soldiers And I'm gonna be the bank broker, what? All I smell is smoke in da' air Nothin' but the fools downstairs, yeah All I smell is smoke in da' air Nothin' but the fools downstairs, yeah You know, we got plenty of smokin', open for pussy pokin' Clown, but we ain't jokin', 2 pound of weed tokin' Beep me at 12, noon, after my cartoons Later for beach moves 'cause you gonna be high soon Now you got your bowl, shorty, nursin' a cheap forty Lordy was shootin' dice, point and you win a forty Six be a damn point, roll and you hit the joint Lookin' for blazing, dude, your head was a juke joint So as you get two dimes 'cause you got two highs Two niggas want to smoke, so you got two lies Think you see two hoes 'cause hoes got to smoke too Hope you got ten yards 'cause this blunt will never do See I remain true, only toke two lies Just to the two guys, no shake with my damn fries Open your freakin' eyes 'cause blunt be my grand prize Smokin' was no surprise, I'm out with my true lies All I smell is smoke in da' air Nothin' but the fools downstairs, yeah All I smell is smoke in da' air Nothin' but the fools downstairs, yeah Playa's knockin', rockin', hoes clockin', jockin' Yeah, sweatin', gettin', thugs threatenin', beatin Dice shootin', smokin', hootie hootin', loakin' Gun, I got your token, lick, I got hoes open No chumpin', bumpin', Timb's speakers, thumpin' Making your moves somethin', rode, it would be jumpin' Hoe humpin', freakin', hoes silly, leakin' Hook it up, weekend, all night, freakin' Which trick I'm dickin', hope that she lickin' My Kentucky chicken, damn, this enough pickin' Just groupin', chillin', ready, able, willin' If they blunts they fillin', party people, you dealin' with another level All I smell is smoke in da' air Nothin' but the fools downstairs, yeah All I smell is smoke in da' air Nothin' but the fools downstairs, yeah Ride it, uh, ride it, bitch Ride it, uh, ride it, bitch, say what? Huh Yo babe, come her, now let me get that Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what? Can you hear me? Can you feel me? Can you hear me? Can you feel me? Say what? Say what? Say what? Say what? Get off, baby Check this switch out, baby Let me talk to you for a minute Can we get kinky tonight? I got so many things on my mind I never seen a girl so fly I want you to do me, do me © SURROUNDED BY IDIOTS MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com