Smoking Papers

Lyrics

[Chorus: Lord Infamous] I got them smoking papers, I got a pop 'em permit I got them smoking papers, I got a pop 'em permit I got them smoking papers, I got a pop 'em permit Never leavin' home without it, I will leak your ass bitch [Verse 1: Lord Infamous] Scarecrow, tha calico give ya some inlet Here comes the Infamous bloody vampire When I suck out your oxygen, take out your wind And connect the dots on your dead skin Get me a hit of adrenalin, caskets I fill 'em, brains on the ceiling I don't know why do you wanna play killa man Catch you a injury, fill you with pure lead Puttin' the .50 cal up to yo neck When I'm snatchin' the tongue right up outta yo head I am [?] to go sparin' a hoe [?] end up in the med Choppin' off the razors edges, slice 'em like some light bread Love to see the spread turn bright blood-red Mane you don't want this predicament I will get ignorant, smoke me a cigarette This heinous pistol, I need to get rid of it Make your bitch ass like you on your period Seriously make me not fuck around Especially when I'm on Funky Town Load this .500 round and knock the noodles out your crown Keyser the bounty hunter full of coke and the marijuana that is green as Iguana's Cap with the thunder and took a bitch hop, you don't wanna get popped by the Infamous punisher You hear the "BOOM" of the shotgun bass Double aught bucks takin' off your throat and your face [Chorus: Lord Infamous] I got them smoking papers, I got a pop 'em permit I got them smoking papers, I got a pop 'em permit I got them smoking papers, I got a pop 'em permit Never leavin' home without it, I will leak your ass bitch [Verse 2: Lil Jack] My nigga just jumped in the chevy He told me these suckers was heavy We ready, I kill anything that ain't scary They scatterin', windows was shatterin' Bullets was rattlin' or should I say ratta-tat-tattin' man Had to been about a hundred of 'em But I'm constantly dumpin', no wrong for nothin' Sip purple drank and my gold chain Poured with ice, snort a whole thang Guillotine loaded above of his head Fuck the police we say officer dick Come with that bitch, we just off with your kids Screamin' as you see 'em flee Weed nigga fuck your beats nigga Fuck these hoes I don't trust these streets And I'm out on bond with a brand new warrant Plus this weed nigga plus this heat [Chorus: Lord Infamous] I got them smoking papers, I got a pop 'em permit I got them smoking papers, I got a pop 'em permit I got them smoking papers, I got a pop 'em permit Never leavin' home without it, I will leak your ass bitch [Verse 3: II Tone] (II Tone) I'm gon slow it down I'm high as fuck Don't need nobody I don't love I'm paper stickin', fuck the blunt That's my style, no need to stunt I twist it, hit it, light it, you can't fight it cause it's super loud Give a fuck what you think cause I make my momma proud Money tall as Shaq, ain't no reggae, it be loud pack And my whole crew smokin' good, best believe they comin' back Doctor treat it, said I need this, so we rolled the strip I been smokin' since the age of twelve, this here be a trip Niggas say they smokin' good but I swear they smokin' dirt If you come 'round while I'm chiefin' you gon' get yo feelings hurt So high as I'm smokin', I'm keepin' my focus From blunts to junts, no need to front Thousand Zig Zags that's all un my bag Leave it my nigga, that's why we mad [Chorus: Lord Infamous] I got them smoking papers, I got a pop 'em permit I got them smoking papers, I got a pop 'em permit I got them smoking papers, I got a pop 'em permit Never leavin' home without it, I will leak your ass bitch