[Lloyd I know, I supposed to smoke in here But Mr. Bouncer Man, put your motherfuckin hands on me (Can I get high) - you botherin me Everybody you see in here doin the same thing, so why you keep player on me? (Can I get high) - without you me
[50] Ay, did you hit this
[Chorus: G-Unit - 2X] la lah-lah, I be smokin Be me right, I be loc'n Them bullshit trees, you be gives you a buzz, me I get HIGH!
[Lloyd I I got a problem, I keep comin back for these doe-doe bags, and not your 'gnac or your sack of I chill, sit back on the sofa and relax my And roll one up loose enough to make the backwards I blow a load, you can subtract some G's cause I'm a smoker, too much of this to ya I don't mean to ya, but I'm a bad influence A musician can't without his instruments My recent rapidly got your bitch convinced Haters mad they can't look inside cause I pitched the I enter the club with baggies of chocolate The secondhand smoke'll make a wanna start shit I think bout where the niggaz from the start went Raise up a lighter and fuck up the apartment It's just one of things that I do with my spare time My bad habits ain't private, so I'ma share
[Lloyd Now they put they hands out, of the way shit bend So you ain't smokin if you don't chip in Listen, I waited long for these to glisten From that pad without a pot to piss in Overt betrayal is not forgiven, I do for my niggaz up that's comin home to lobster livin Helpin the cop's forbidden, bout to buy her own mansion Just so I can see her pop the That Cali bud special, so special I held the blunt so Snoop had to me, "Pass the weed nephew!" rap, I'm the wrong one to get pissed off Cause the pump'll you "Jump" like Kris Kross My dead and it's hard to let go So I'm blowin on that wet doe, same color as We follow hood and everybody in the set know We gas 'em, fuck 'em and pass 'em, what you ho?
[Snoop Say 'gain won't you it with the best of them Yes yes I blessted them, blazed up the purple trees I told dem don't wit dem, I hold dem no testament Do you want to wit me? Weed rollin, G-strollin, bad-mouthin Law breakin, pimp slappin for the fuck of it Hip-Hoppin, ziplockin, riprockin "Thought you was an actor," thought I was a about ridin if you say you wanna hang tough D.P.G. unit like danger You might manage your anger Hang with us and stop on the same stuff Now lay on the law This new that I got I call it face off Cause it'll blow your face off and a figure of speech My niggaz a beast, on me, from the to the East, preach!