Smokin' On

Bet you get high but I ain’t smoking with the rest though Cause if it’s in my joint, believe that it’s the best smoke I’m talking OG kush from the West Coast Watch how you hit it, just one bit will burn your chest, though Cut those cameras on cause my camos on And my niggas backin' me riding around town With a big old bag of weed Taylor Gang, we ain’t in your faculty Me and Snoop Dogg, we created a masterpiece Smoke all day and I'm makin' this cash, and we Bout it bout it like Master P Go hard, stack ya cheese, roll a joint, pass the trees TGOD, he’s the OG, real G shit what it has to be My real nigga gon' pop tags for me Fake niggas gon' get bags for me Say you just wanna shake hands with me? Same fuck niggas used to laugh at me Now I’m riding around town in the car that you can’t even pronounce And you can’t go fast as me Smoking marijuana, and she know that I’m a player So she wanna come up here and spend this cash on me That pimp shit come naturally That fuck shit is whack to me My kush grown organically My ballin' is actually Bet you get high but I ain’t smoking with the rest though Cause if it’s in my joint, believe that it’s the best smoke I’m talking OG kush from the West Coast Watch how you hit it, just one bit will burn your chest, though fo' sho' You like to smoke but you ain’t smokin' what we smokin' on You like to smoke but you ain’t smokin' what we smokin' on You like to smoke but you ain’t smokin' what we smokin' on You like to smoke but you ain’t smokin' what we smokin' on Let me turn you on and turn you out To make you feel like you really wanna feel For real, sho will, nigga I got that kill You know what I got Captain Crunch, soda pop Light green kush cut from a bush Mix it together, get it together Hypo grow with the hydro flow Smoking on some shit called I don’t know This is the shit that was caught From my niggas on the block with a .44 Glock, oh no! Cuttin it up, button it up Homie don’t speak at all You might escape, you might be most likely like shark bait I might hate, nigga you smoking that lightweight Wrong class, featherweight, levitate Set it straight, let me break it down for you Clip it, zip it, let it fly If it’s good, it’s gonna get you high Drop it, stop it, that ain’t the one We don’t even smoke that shit for fun! Bet you get high but I ain’t smoking with the rest though Cause if it’s in my joint, believe that it’s the best smoke I’m talking OG kush from the West Coast Watch how you hit it, just one bit will burn your chest, though fo' sho' You like to smoke but you ain’t smokin' what we smokin' on You like to smoke but you ain’t smokin' what we smokin' on You like to smoke but you ain’t smokin' what we smokin' on You like to smoke but you ain’t smokin' what we smokin' on Yea nigga, I’m rolling up that high-grade Chillin' on the porch, smoking like it’s Friday Every day of the week to Juicy J’s a high day Niggas think I’m Chinese cause my eyes straight I threw up a six into a twenty ounce Smoked a half ounce of kush, felt like twenty ounces Fucked around and popped a molly now I’m high as fuck Every Jacob seeing, Juicy screamin' out 'let’s fuck!' I dun popped a pill and hit the lean behind it Where my mind? Somebody help me find it Got a black and white bitch, they my mixed bitch They keep my double cup full, OG in my Swisher Bet you get high but I ain’t smoking with the rest though Cause if it’s in my joint, believe that it’s the best smoke I’m talking OG kush from the West Coast Watch how you hit it, just one bit will burn your chest, though fo' sho' You like to smoke but you ain’t smokin' what we smokin' on You like to smoke but you ain’t smokin' what we smokin' on You like to smoke but you ain’t smokin' what we smokin' on You like to smoke but you ain’t smokin' what we smokin' on