Lyrics:

(Trick Daddy inhaling) Mystikal the joint on you nigga, hit this shit here Mystikal: I heard about you Trick brah, I know what ya'll smoke down yo' way That bitch there smell dirty dirty, that bitch filthy Trick: It ain't gone kill you nigga Mystikal: Say dog I smoke that, I smoke chronic, you need to stop Chorus: I tryin' to stop smokin', smokin', smokin' I tryin' to stop smokin', but naw I don't think so I tryin' to stop smokin' (I'm tryin'), smokin' (I'm tryin'), smokin' (I'm tryin') I tryin' to stop smokin', but naw I don't think so Verse 1: (Trick Daddy) This time I had to get physical, so I went and got that nigga (MYSTIKAL) He was like (hombre), I say I got pounds in this bitch to blow Smoke like it's yo's, nigga we'll go get some mo' I know this dread named Fred next do' and I'm hitting' his ho Got damn it, I'm BLOWED Behind the wheel and I can't even see the road Done smoked fo' Joe's and got three mo' already rolled I shouldn't drive my shit when I'm high, I might tear it up Shit got my eyes all red up, nigga can't even hold they head up Got my brain waves, elevating in a daze But I ain't afraid cause I now see life from so many ways Done smoked up so many j's Been high for so many days So many ??? broke down and we roll with brown weed for days, hay, hay Chorus (repeat