Inkmatized

Lyrics

[Intro: Martin Lawrence] I hit a joint, right? And I looked at my girl I said: "Erica, your motherfuckin' left eye is damn near on the side of your motherfuckin head!" [Verse 1: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] Niggas smokin' dank on my block, creepin' late night Hangin' with that deuce eleven, like he said, we Glock tight Ready for some shit to crank, god damn it, I'm so high I better hit that Heineken, because my lips so dry A fine ass bitch in bikinis on my dick I'm finna hit the bump She said, "Hey, come here with that shit" A knock was at the door, I said who is it? Cocked my tin, I pointed infrared dot Told the P-folk come on in Some niggas with somе ski masks and pumps They finna gank now, as they blow my high I'm finna make thеse niggas sink The blazin' from the barrel, very hot from hollow points Now while them bitches fallin', we was pickin' up they blunts A mission not completed, nah, they tried it anyway Let's put 'em in the trunk and we can ride and smoke they hay They lookin' like some killers, but them niggas really hoes We was on the bridge and he was hollerin', so I let 'em go Now I'm paranoid, you see that weed is in my system The one, got away, I gotta plot a killin' Now that was what I'm thinkin', 'cause that nigga can't survive I hit the blunt again, you see that shit got me inkmatized [Chorus/Interlude: 211] Resthaven niggas just smoke one, bitch Damn, mane That nigga over there on 6th Street got some motherfuckin' ink, mane I'm tellin' you, mane, that nigga named Dre Resthaven niggas just smoke one, bitch Got them big fat ass sacks, mane, you know I'm sayin'? Resthaven niggas just smoke one, bitch They just keep a nigga inkmatized, you know what I'm sayin'? Resthaven niggas just smoke one, bitch Resthaven niggas just smoke one, bitch Resthaven niggas just— [Verse 2: 211] Looka here, looka here, Mister Negoro Twenty dollar sacks, full of nothin' but Indo You can't find the shit, then you look me up If you cool with the two, then I hook you up Nigga's on the corner, or I'm rollin' with my Cuz I got a quarter thang on the seat, mane, fuck the fuzz Flickin' my BIC, lightin' up the sticky ink So potent, it only takes a hit to get lit, shit Niggas bud addicted, gotta have the smoke But it ain't good if it don't make you choke Holdin' big sacks in my hand, take what you need For sure, how high you'll get, this ain't no panic weed Niggas be beggin' but that's all I'm givin' Smokin' with poor niggas, you'll be higher than the cost of livin' Makin' big bank from this dank, player I'm fillin up the atmosphere with some potent killer hay Damn, I got the munchies, time to grab a bite Yeah, yeah, nigga got this blunt, pass me a light System bumpin', horn jumpin', mane, I'm feelin' good Got a quarter ounce, sail off in my neighborhood Sell a sack or two, then I smoke one Pull up to the side, nigga, hit me with a shotgun Smoke it up, smoke it up, yeah, now I'm chill Ink to the highs of ink's divinity Off that orange pill, a deep south nigga Check out the size, joints we choke And we inkmatized [Outro: 211 &Kingpin Skinny Pimp] Resthaven niggas just smoke one, bitch Fire, fire, fire, motherfucker Rest–Rest–Rest Rest-Rest Fire, fire, fire