Inhale Exhale

Lyrics

[Intro: Bushwick Bill & Menace Clan] (Niggas wanna smoke) Oh my fucking goodness (Niggas wanna smoke Bill, I'm tellin' you man) Ehehehehe Oh boy (You understand, get fucked up, you know what I'm sayin') (Treat this shit like you know, you know how we do nigga) Goin' off around here Ehehehehahaha (I don't even where nigga, fuck that, nigga) Goin' off around here (Nah nigga) Y'all come back now ya hear? (Smoke this shit right here) (Check this out) [Verse 1: Menace Clan] Look what I did I scored a lid Now I'm high as fuck Cause I smoked it deep down my throat Damn near bust a gut What the fuck? Thought I heard a truck crash, through my room Damn near pissed my Fruit of the Looms, man Nigga you be tweakin' Every weekend we have smoke-outs, choke-outs What I tell ya about smokin' that shit? Pass it to me, so I can take a hit (alright) Inhale, find my brain cells Exhale, light another joint Oh well, I'm not Bill Clinton So I just... [Chorus: Menace Clan] (Inhale) Until I'm feeling smoke 'Til my mind feels high (Exhale) When I'm always 'bout the choke [Verse 2: Bushwick Bill] (Smoke some) Can't get none This one got my name on it I'm Bushwickin' Bill Roll another, smoke together I'm gon' kill this one I've got to get my mind tight So I can bust this shit right Can't see the stage through the fog [Verse 3: Menace Clan] I stepped into a cloud of smoke Choke, I get fucked up off gin Then, do it again Now I'm drinking Hennessy Menace C-L-A-N Hittin' endo Po' mo' drink into my fucking cup If you look at my eyes You can see that I'm fucked up But can I hit that? I'm with that six-pack That shit that you smokin' too Ooh, that's endo I'm from South-Central We smoke good shit Nigga, you can't see me in rappin' You smokin' bullshit I'm down with Bushwick Took shit to the other level of the game When I get high off mary jane Cause I just... [Chorus x2] [Verse 4: Menace Clan] All of the smoke You got my vote on another one Chri-zon got me floatin' Smokin' with the Jetsons Every second is an hour Every hour is a century I'm from South-Central So ya know I'm thinking vi-lent-ly Chri-zon, whi-zon Got this shit like Vietnam Niggas blastin' shit, leaving it like napalm Hit it, then pass it back I'm on this shit like crack You lucky that you smokin' fool This my only bag muthafucka So why you wanna suck shit up? [Verse 5: Bushwick Bill] I don't give a fuck You made mistakes before Now it's in the hands of Chuckwick I've got to get my shit lit You know I'm not gon' pass it So why the fuck you askin'? Ain't nothin' happenin' Ya best to blaze ya own guz Cause I'm the last muthafucka that ever wanna trust With them herbals I give them fools verbal lectures Can this ghetto boy get high off this killa here in Texas? (Ya eyes are bloodshot) You blood clot, I love pot I smoke up all that killin' I took yo' spot And I won't spot Bad-um, why ask why do I get high when I get high? When I'm done I just come back and I get high as I... [Chorus x4] [Outro] No muthafuckin' joke