Smoke One

Lyrics

[Intro: Z-Dogg] Yeah, it's Z-Dogg in this bitch Smokin' on them phillie blunts Me and my nigga AK, you know how we do it Y'all need to watch out for that new Gimisum Dungeon nationwide tape comin' out, soon Yeah, for all them niggas that be on that voodoo-shit Watch out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout I like to say what's up, to all my niggas, in the O.M.P My nigga Lil' Red, Lil' Ced and Three 80 They know what I'm talkin' about Doin' it like some big players Fuck them player haters, stay off a nigga dick 'Fore my nigga hit you with some of that voodoo-shit Know what I'm talkin' 'bout Watch yourself, bitch Know what I'm talkin' 'bout [Verse 1: AK] Oh my god, I'm out of blunts, I see some niggas hittin' that funk One point five's up in my pocket, now you know, I gotta' drop it Take a pull from a junt, even though it's on fire Mad coke and a blunt, mane, I think, I'm gonna die Smokin' light green every day, Z-Dogg and the A.K.  Big Hill, he's got the fry, manе, I'm finna' get high Kick my head to the back, blow a gun to my nosе Let it flow to my brain, 'cause I'm goin' insane Boy, I wish I had a blunt, everything would be alright Mistermeanor on my side, and we smokin' on that light [Chorus: Z-Dogg] Smoke some, blow some, choke some Smoke some, blow some [Verse 2: Misdemeanor] It's three o'clock in the mornin', and I'm cruisin' for blunts, so I Can chief this hella killer inkedafied skunk, and uh I'm dreamin' hard, needin' a wake up call So I boss to the crip and look for the papers I bought, yes sir It's been some years since I smoke the papers and caught the vapors, that had me wakin' and shakin', trapped in a mind of satan Pullin' up to the driveway, breakin' off in the house, lookin' for the papers now I'm mad as fuck, 'cause the one to the fives can not be found Soon as I rest my head and look across my fuckin' bed It's the devil chiefin' hay, dressed up all in red He said that I can get you higher, than you ever been Smoke some papers out the bible, with an evil grin And since my mind is weak, 'cause I'm fiendin' like a thug that smoke Chief descriptions out the good book you call Holy Dope I know, it's wrong but I gots to get my high undo What would you do Z-Dogg, if you ran out of phillies too? [Chorus: Z-Dogg] Smoke some, blow some, choke some Smoke some, blow some, choke some Smoke some, blow some, choke some Smoke some [Verse 3: Z-Dogg] I said, damn, I ran outta phillie blunts I gotta sit back and roll me some fat mack junts Because them tops they burn too fuckin' fast Thats why I smoke them blunts, because that shit's gon' last We used to smoke Swisher Sweets, then we moved to Phillies But now, we smoke them [?], 'cause that shit is in me Them big boy blunts they better than the fuckin' papers Because we fill it up with weed, make it last till later Uh, 'cause when you smoke that weed, I know you gon' jone We smokin' that home grown, that Ink, and that light-green shit And when you see me, my eyes always full of it I gotta stay high 'til the day that I fuckin' die Them niggas in the 'Crest they only serve that fuckin' fire I need some weed, I'm goin' on a mega-hunt Now what you gon' do when you run out of fuckin' blunts? [Chorus: Z-Dogg] Smoke some, blow some, choke some Smoke some, blow some, choke some Smoke some, blow some, choke some [Verse 4: Big Hill] Smoke one, then choke one, but what, if you ain't got one of them NyQuil-Blunts, full of that skunk? I'm ridin' down the streets, the [?] get them Tampa Sweets Me and Taxx smokin' that ink and drinkin' that Bumpyface Fuck them coppers, fuck them haters, they can't fade us We cuttin' they throat with razors, [?] with some real niggas in Frayser Why these buster bitches paige us, then lay us? They must pay us players, the money you deal, that's how I live If we come to kickin' in doors and layin' you snakes to the floor Smoke one, then choke one, Big Hill want more