Smoke & Choke

Lyrics

[Intro: Mr. Sche] Y'all niggas know what time it is Roll up nigga Whatever you niggas do Do it well [Chorus 1: Mr. Sche] I keep on rollin' that smoke (Feel that smoke in your lungs) I keep on smokin' that weed I keep on chokin' on weed Because that weed what I need [Post-Chorus 1: Mr. Sche] I smoke and choke I smoke and choke I smoke and choke I smoke and choke I smoke and choke (Smoke and choke and) I smoke and choke (Smoke and choke and) I smoke and choke (Smoke and choke and) I smoke and choke (Smoke and choke and) [Verse 1: Mr. Sche] Smoked out, locced out, ridin' with the pistol grip G's in the front, hoes in the back, don't trip Fall, oops I did it, these bitches done broke plenty law They the type of bitches that will blow yo ass off Load me a shotgun, pass me that purple drank Feel it, puff comethazine, so high, I can't think Get my dick sucked while I'm rollin' down the highway This some O.G shit, lame niggas gotta pay Snort me a line of bake, roaches in the ashtray Hundred dollar bill as I feel it up my nasalway Headed to The Mound, I'ma stop at KFC to eat For [West Side?] Club, Memphis where my real niggas be Pulled me a young freak, see her at [mail road?] Long as she 18, she can get a nigga pole Long as she 18, she can sell that pussy I'ma put her on the mar, make her bring me back that money This some trill-ass Memphis shit, started this Devil shit We started this pimp shit, niggas don't fuck with Puttin' hoes on the house, everybody fucked Long as you put five on the bag, everybody puff I'm in love with that dope, I'm a junky for that weed If you did put five on it, hop out it, bust and leave I'm a fiend for that motherfucking' light in the south 'Til the world fuckin' blow up, no doubt, smoked out [Pre-Chorus: Mr. Sche] I smoke and choke I smoke and choke I smoke and choke I smoke and choke I smoke and choke (Smoke and choke and) I smoke and choke (Smoke and choke and) I smoke and choke (Smoke and choke and) I smoke and choke (Smoke and choke and) [Chorus 2: Mr. Sche] I keep on rollin' that smoke (Feel that smoke in your lungs) I keep on smokin' that weed I keep on chokin' on weed Because that weed what I need (Feel that smoke in your lungs) [Interlude: T-Rock] Oh yeah, this that night time get high shit right here You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Let me get a blunt Couple more times before I go in on you bitches Uh huh, you know how I feel with smoke in my lungs, baby Hahaha, Mister 420 himself (Make you wanna love her) Givin' it to 'em like [Verse 2: T-Rock] Eyes low, high as Hell, puffin' on that killer weed Smoke the day away, to Hell with my responsibilities I just wanna smoke, have sex, hit the liquor, leave With your baby mama, fuck the hoe and make her feel achieved Freak in the mornin', chika give a [diva?] that Make it rain on them hoes, now they callin' FEMA back Bad weed, ab pat, I don't know the mean of that My music bring the potheads out and get the arean packed No, they ain't got shit on me, you niggas ain't seen a mag Rolemodels pull they money out of they purses to bring me that I'm in love with reefer, to me it's an aphrodisiac Wherever you smell it, it's probably where you see me at Wherever they sell it, it's where they playin' my CD at In the trap house, where that freak bitch DeeDee at? Smokin' that shit that'll make you just wanna say fuck everythin and do nothin' at all Makin' my niggas be smokin' on nothin' but kush, I'm eternally up and then fall (Ooh) [Verse 3: PimpMinista] My nigga, roll that, dry that , spark that, pass that Seshin' in the dungeon, smokin' plenty weed and sippin' Yak Broads on the couch, half-naked, rollin' up trees Sche on the board, cookin' up a dope-ass beat A lot of niggas lyin', talkin' 'bout they only smoke kush But we're smokin' everythin' from Chronic down to Reggie Bush Rollin' up [in the?] Titanic, save the kush for the bong Ain't no sense in frontin' young nigga, get your smoke on Blazed, so much smoke up in the room, I'm in a daze My nigga, you should see the smile up on my face Cottonmouth, hey yo Rock, pass the drank Hennessy get a nigga back straight And shawty choosin', think the gal wanna play Come on lil mama, step right this way But first I gotta put the cape on Super thug action in the bed, time to get it on Sweatin' up the sheets, hittin' switches, goin' wild Pound action from the back, make the kitty cat smile And ye ain't know, girl, you're fuckin' with a certified pro Guaranteed to make you bust five times or more And when it's all said and done, I'ma hit these streets Munchies like a motherfucker, man, it's time to eat You know I'm Waffle House-bound Scattered, smothered, goin' down Then it's back to the house, another blunt to my mouth [Chorus 3: Mr. Sche] I keep on rollin' that smoke (Feel that smoke in your lungs) I keep on smokin' that smoke I keep on chokin' on weed Because that weed what I need I keep on rollin' that smoke (Feel that smoke in your lungs) I keep on smokin' that smoke I keep on chokin' on weed Because that weed what I need [Verse 4: Nasty Nardo] Got us seein' things, I'm so blunt, and I'm cuttin' up T.H.C on the leaves that are crumbled up Light it up, light it up, lot of shit goin' up When it's smellin' this good, everybody huddle up Feel it bubble up when I pour it in my glass It's a me, yakkin' got 'em intrigued when I pass Big ass wanna blast, beggin' for a shotgun Fortified it on a nigga, so I had to give her one Country women give me some, wanna hit the back seat Wanna eat a nigga meat, make a nigga wanna skeet So I'm gonna give her treat, make her feel real good Now she can't get enough, got her workin' in the hood Got her workin' Hollywood, got her workin' timid Keep a nigga countin' all this paper that she peelin' Oh, what a feelin', I ain't never ever goin' broke So it's on the top shelf, marijuana that I smoke Exotic when I choke, exotic when I blaze Feelin' like a ghost when I'm steppin' through the Purple Haze Since my younger days, man, a nigga been blastin' Off like a N.A.S.A space shuttle, never crashin' [Refrain: Nasty Nardo] Police passed her, defrost, suckin' hard Macklemore and Third Street, bolted it at the park Police passed her, defrost, suckin' hard Macklemore and Third Street, bolted it at the park [Chorus 4: Mr. Sche] I keep on rollin' that smoke (Feel that smoke in your lungs) I keep on smokin' that weed I keep on chokin' on weed Because that weed what I need I keep on rollin' that smoke (Feel that smoke in your lungs) I keep on smokin' that weed I keep on chokin' on weed Because that weed what I need I keep on rollin' that smoke (Feel that smoke in your lungs) I keep on smokin' that weed I keep on chokin' on weed Because that weed what I need I keep on rollin' that smoke (Feel that smoke in your lungs) I keep on smokin' that weed I keep on chokin' on weed Because that weed what I need [Post-Chorus 2: Mr. Sche] I smoke and choke (Feel that smoke in your lungs) I smoke and choke I smoke and choke I smoke and choke I smoke and choke (Feel that smoke in your lungs) I smoke and choke I smoke and choke I smoke and choke I smoke and choke (Feel that smoke in your lungs) I smoke and choke I smoke and choke I smoke and choke I smoke and choke (Feel that smoke in your lungs) I smoke and choke I smoke and choke I smoke and choke [Outro: Mr. Sche] Feel that smoke in your lungs