Lyrics:

Smokin Smokin Weed

Havin a party (Bring the weed)

I'm a invite her

I got my lighter (Got a blunt)

I'm gettin higher

Smokin smokin weed





Jumped out my bed and I head downstairs

Wiped the boogers out my eyes

Put some braids in my hair

Grabbed my favorite toothbrush

And then some crest

Rinse my mouth out

Now I'm ready for the rest

Break it down, roll it up

Pass if you had enough

You with the big boss dogg

So gon and puff puff

Real talk

Can u still walk

Have a seat

Have a drink

Now rest your feet

See that's the problem

You think that you can go with me

Smokin cest your whole life

Now you wanna blow with me

Go to the store with me

And get some swishy sweet

And grab a bite to eat

Before you fall out

I'm a ball out

And everday

We gon smoke until we all out

And that's a promise cause

We got the bombest bud

And you can ask Ray J

He know what time it was



(Smokin smokin weed)

In the cadillac

With my head back

Feelin real good

Cause it's like that

Another 20 sac

We got plenty that

We keep doin that



Smokin smokin weed

(la la la la la la la...)

Smokin on these trees

Keeps me at ease

With these

Crazy things I see

Smokin on these trees

Keeps me iit seems

And I don't just where I'd be

Smokin Weed!





Smokin Smokin Weed

Havin a party (Bring the weed)

I'm a invite her

I got my lighter (Got a blunt)

I'm gettin higher

Wish you would pass it (guess I'll wait)

I'm right beside her

I got an ashtray (at my place)

Where did my pipe go?





So what you got nigga? (knockout)

I got the cush and the yerp

Packaged in Ps to keep the feds of my chirp

Uhh cause my nerves on alert

Paranoid like your boy cookin up the work

(Smokin smokin weed)

Look pimpin I ain't touchin that dirt

I ain't smokin that shit

It make your whole head hurt

I got the card for the cataract

Doctor say it's legal

To twist up green

Call it Philadel eagle (shortymack)

Knockout pays me my check

Silver haze blowin out the lambourghini air vents

I got the blunts and a pound of leaves

I been the purp man plus I got that OG





(I wanna)

Roll it, roll it

Twist that, twist that

(I wanna)

Fire it up

Then get that, get that

(I wanna)

Pass it around

Get bent back bent back

Give it back to me!









(Slim Thugga Muh Fugga)

Blaze in the bush of that cush

You gotta pull hard then push

I blow dro but to each his own

And I keep shit fit like Cheech and Chong

We can be outta town

We can be at home

I keep a good connect for that Cali grown

Weed so strong you can smell it through the sac

It's in the backpack in the trunk of the 'lac

It's a buck that's a fact

Won't accept nothin less

So you can smoke alone

On your sack of stress (yes)

Pass the cush

Lemme hit that next

Slim thugga muh fugga

I smoke the best







Ha ha it's your boy Ray J

You know what? I'm a roll up one right now

And celebrate a lil bit

You know Raydiation in stores right now

Ya'll go get it

Shortymack comin real soon

It's about to get ugly