[Lloyd I know, I ain't supposed to smoke in But Mr. Bouncer Man, don't put motherfuckin hands on me (Can I get high) - without you me Everybody you see in tonight's doin the same thing, so why you keep hatin on me? (Can I get high) - without you me
Ay, did you hit this shit?
[Chorus: G-Unit - 2X] That la lah-lah, I be Be me right, I be loc'n bullshit trees, you be rollin barely you a buzz, me I get HIGH!
Banks] I admit I got a problem, I keep comin back for doe-doe bags, and not your 'gnac or sack of seeds I chill, sit back on the sofa and relax my And roll one up loose enough to make the breathe I blow a heavy load, you can some G's I'm a smoker, too much of this to choke ya I don't mean to ya, but I'm a bad influence A musician operate without his instruments My recent success rapidly got your convinced Haters mad they can't look inside cause I the tints I enter the club with of that chocolate The secondhand make a nigga wanna start shit Sometimes I think bout where the niggaz from the start Raise up a lighter and fuck up the apartment It's just one of them things I do with my spare time My bad habits ain't private, so I'ma share
[Lloyd Now they put they hands out, cause of the way bend So you niggaz ain't smokin if you don't in Listen, I waited long for rocks to glisten From one-room pad without a pot to piss in Overt betrayal is not forgiven, I do for my niggaz locked up that's comin home to livin Helpin the cop's forbidden, bout to buy her own mansion so I can see her pop the ribbon That Cali bud special, so special I held the so long had to tell me, "Pass the weed nephew!" Fuck rap, I'm the wrong one to get off Cause the pump'll make you "Jump" Kris Kross My dead and it's hard to let go So I'm blowin on that wet doe, same as Gecko We follow hood and everybody in the set know We gas 'em, 'em and pass 'em, what you expect ho?
[Snoop Say 'gain won't you blow it the best of them Yes yes I them, blazed up the purple palm trees I told dem mess wit dem, I hold dem no testament Do you to smoke wit me? rollin, G-strollin, bad-mouthin muh'fucker 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 sounds danger You wanna manage your anger Hang with us and stop smokin on the 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!