I Smell Smoke (Dirty Version)E
Ghetto Fabulous, 3 minutes
I'm in the land l.a. land of the stick
Watch y'all niggaz know bout dat purple weed nigga
Show y'all niggaz some shit
It's that sticky that bud
Indo hydro open up the window
I'm about to blow
It's that fire
Nigga whach y'all whach y'all whach y'all got to roll em up wit
Backwoods see vegas straight chocolate fillers black n milds
Huh bro y'all niggaz don't know nuttin about ?
Cognac, j.o.b., 1.5
Break it up, chop it up, cut it up, tuck it in
Take the filler out, roll it up
Light it , hit it , hold it, pass
Puff puff blow it up!
See some of y'all niggaz be talkin bout blowin
But can't handle the dolja
Gettin sleepy and shit, quitting all early
Bitch, you ain't no smoker!
Y'all must be used to hittin that dirt
Sticks with the brown buds
Me? I ain't got shit else to do
Nigga I'm bout to get fucked up!
Two cases of green optimo burned away
A.m. to turn to p.m.
And nighttime to turn back to day!
I'm (still smokin)
Feelin' sporty in my hotel
Spent the whole day gettin loaded!
It's nuttin but smoke til there's nuttin to smoke
It's nuttin but sticky and nuttin but dolja
Disconnect the smoke detector and
Put a wet towel up under the door!
Nobody around, more dope for me
I got the whole tree
Leftovers for me
Hoo, dis bitch off da hee
Button up, suck em up, this pet peeve
First off, don't put my lighter in yo pocket
Second, don't wet my goddamn weed!
That's just two, before I can get to three and four
Five and six, I heard a doo doo doo doo at the door!
Evidence all over
I been doin somethin' serious
Gotta hide this shit
'Cause I know that's hotel security!
I played it off
I said "come back later, I ain't got on no clothes"
He said "sorry sir, I don't mean to disturb you
But I smell smoke!
Fuck I just went to jail for that shit
I ain't goin back, I done ate an ounce, and I'm a flush the rest
'Cause I ain't goin' out like that!
Sprayin cologne and cuttin' on da shower
Tryin' to clear it up
Workin' like a dog, but I gotta open the door
Fuck it, here go nothin!
The door swung open and some young nigga
Talkin' bout "what's happenin'"
He said "I know you got dat fire, sell yo boy a sack"
Ain't that a bitch
Boy if you don't get yo bitch ass from outta here!
Nigga, I'm thinkin you the motherfuckin' police!
I done threw all my motherfuckin' weed away
Fuckin' wit you, you ol' bitch ass nigga
Nigga, get yo motherfuckin' hoe ass from outta here bitch
Before I stomp yo bitch ass!
Fuck, boy this nigga done blew my mother fuckin high
(mystikal mumbling until end)
Written by TYLER, MICHAEL / VICKERS, O'DELL
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group
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