I Smell Smoke

I'm in the land, L.A, land of the sticky Sup? What ch'all niggaz know bout that purple weed nigga? Show y'all niggaz some shit, it's that sticky, that bud Indo, hydro, open up the window, I'm bout to blow That fire shit, nigga what ch'all, what ch'all got? What ch'all got to roll 'em up? Pack woods? Garcia Vegas? Straight chocolate Phillies? Nigga straight? Nigga I'll twist it in the Black 'n' Milds? Y'all niggaz don't know nuttin' about them Coronas Cognac, J.O.B., one point five Break it up, chop it up, cut it up, tuck the end Take the Phillie out and roll it up Light it, hit it, hold it, pa*s puff puff blow it up See some of y'all niggaz be talkin' about blowin' But can't handle the doja Gettin' sleepy 'n' shit, quittin' all early, bitch you ain't no smoker Y'all must think used to hittin' that dirt The sticks with the brown buds Me, I ain't got shit else to do Nigga I'm 'bout to get f**ked up Two cases of green optimos burned away A.M. done turned to P.M. And night time done turned back to day, I'm still smokin' Feelin' sporty in my hotel, spent the whole day gettin' loaded It's nothin' but smoke 'til there's nothin' to smoke It's nothin' but sticky and nothin' but doja Disconnect the smoke detector and put a wet towel up under the door Nobody around me mo' dope for me, I got the whole tree Leftovers for me, this bitch off the hee Button up 'cause s*ck 'em up is a pet peeve First don't put my lighter in your pocket Second don't wet my God damn weed That's just two, before I could get to three and fo' Five and six, I heard a dum, dum, dum, dum at the do' Evidence all over, I've been doin' somethin' serious Gotta hide this shit, 'cause I know that's hotel security I played it off, I said, "Come back later I ain't got on no clothes" He said, "Sorry sir, I don't mean to disturb ya, but I smell smoke" f**k it just went to jail for that shit, I ain't goin' back I done ate an ounce and I'ma flush the rest 'Cause I ain't goin' out like that Sprayin' cologne and cuttin' on the shower, tryin' to clear it up Workin' like a dog but I gotta open the do, fukkit here go nuthin' The do' swung open and some young nigga talkin' 'bout "What's happenin'?" He said, "I know you got that fire, sell your boy a sack!" Ain't that a bitch, boy you betta get your bitch a*s up outta here Nigga I'd think you the motherf**kin' police I done threw all my motherf**kin' weed away f**kin' with you old bitch a*s nigga Nigga, get your motherf**kin' hoe a*s up outta here Bitch before I stomp your bitch a*s, f**k Boy this nigga done blew my motherf**kin' high