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(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