I Smell Smoke

I'm in the land

L.A., land of the sticky

What y'all **** know 'bout that purple weed, ****?

Show y'all **** some shit, it's that sticky, that bud

Indo, hydro, open up the window, I'm 'bout to blow

That fire shit, ****, whatch'all, whatch'all got

Whatch'all got to roll 'em up?

Backwoods?

Garcia Vegas?

Straight chocolate Phillies?

**** straight, can get down with that

****, I'll twist it in the Black'n'Milds

Y'all **** don't know nothin' about them Coronas

Cognac?

J.O.B., one point five?

Break it up, chop it up, cut it up, tuck the end

Take the filler out and roll it up

Light it, hit it, hold it, pass it

Puff, puff, blow it up

See, some of y'all **** be talkin' about blowin'

But can't handle the doja

Getting sleepy an' shit, quittin' all early

Bitch, you ain't no smoker

Y'all must be used to hittin' that dirt

The sticks with the brown buds

Me, I ain't got shit else to do

****, I'm 'bout to get fucked up

Two cases of green Optimos burned away

A.M. done turned to P.M

And nighttime done turned back to day

I'm still smokin'

Feelin' sporty in my hotel, spent the whole day gettin' loaded

It's nothin' but smoke til there's nothin' to smoke

It's nothin' but sticky and nothin' but doja

Disconnect the smoke detector, and

Put a wet towel up under the door

Nobody around me, mo' dope for me, I got the whole tree

Leftovers for me, whoo, this bitch off the hee

Button up 'cause suck 'em up is a pet peeve

First, don't put my lighter in your pocket

Second, don't wet my goddamn weed

That's just two, before I could get to three and fo'

Five and six, I heard a dum-dum-dum-dum at the door

Evidence all over, I've 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 it, just went to jail for that shit, I ain't goin' back

I done ate an ounce and I'ma flush the rest

'Cause I ain't goin' out like that

Sprayin' cologne and cuttin' on the 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 ****, talkin' bout "What's happenin'?"

He said, "I know you got that fire, sell your boy a sack"

Ain't that a bitch

Boy, if you don't get your bitch ass up outta here

****, I'm thinkin' you the motherfuckin' police

I done threw all my motherfuckin' weed away

Fuckin with you, ole bitch-ass ****

****, get your motherfuckin' ho-ass up outta here

Bitch, before I stomp your bitch ass, the fuck

Boy, this **** done blew my motherfuckin' high