Inhale Exhale - Bushwick Bill

Oh my fucking goodness

(Niggas wanna smoke Bill, I’m tellin' you man)

Ehehehehe

Oh boy

(You understand, get fucked up, you know what I’m sayin')

(Treat this shit like you know, you know how we do nigga)

Goin' off around here

Ehehehehahaha

(I don’t even where nigga, fuck that, nigga)

Goin' off around here

(Nah nigga)

Y’all come back now ya hear?

(Smoke this shit right here)

(Check this out)

Look what I did

I scored a lid

Now I’m high as fuck

Cause I smoked it deep down my throat

Damn near bust a gut

What the fuck?

Thought I heard a truck crash, through my room

Damn near pissed my Fruit of the Looms, man

Nigga you be tweakin'

Every weekend we have smoke-outs, choke-outs

What I tell ya about smokin' that shit?

Pass it to me, so I can take a hit (alright)

Inhale, find my brain cells

Exhale, light another joint

Oh well, I’m not Bill Clinton

So I just…

(Inhale)

Until I’m feeling smoke

'Til my mind feels high

(Exhale)

When I’m always 'bout the choke

(Smoke some)

Can’t get none

This one got my name on it

I’m Bushwickin' Bill

Roll another, smoke together

I’m gon' kill this one

I’ve got to get my mind tight

So I can bust this shit right

Can’t see the stage through the fog

I stepped into a cloud of smoke

Choke, I get fucked up off gin

Then, do it again

Now I’m drinking Hennessy

Menace C-L-A-N

Hittin' endo

Po' mo' drink into my fucking cup

If you look at my eyes

You can see that I’m fucked up

But can I hit that?

I’m with that six-pack

That shit that you smokin' too

Ooh, that’s endo

I’m from South-Central

We smoke good shit

Nigga, you can’t see me in rappin'

You smokin' bullshit

I’m down with Bushwick

Took shit to the other level of the game

When I get high off mary jane

Cause I just…

All of the smoke

You got my vote on another one

Chri-zon got me floatin'

Smokin' with the Jetsons

Every second is an hour

Every hour is a century

I’m from South-Central

So ya know I’m thinking vi-lent-ly

Chri-zon, whi-zon

Got this shit like Vietnam

Niggas blastin' shit, leaving it like napalm

Hit it, then pass it back

I’m on this shit like crack

You lucky that you smokin' fool

This my only bag muthafucka

So why you wanna suck shit up?

I don’t give a fuck

You made mistakes before

Now it’s in the hands of Chuckwick

I’ve got to get my shit lit

You know I’m not gon' pass it

So why the fuck you askin'?

Ain’t nothin' happenin'

Ya best to blaze ya own guz

Cause I’m the last muthafucka that ever wanna trust

With them herbals

I give them fools verbal lectures

Can this ghetto boy get high off this killa here in Texas?

(Ya eyes are bloodshot)

You blood clot, I love pot

I smoke up all that killin'

I took yo' spot

And I won’t spot

Bad-um, why ask why do I get high when I get high?

When I’m done I just come back and I get high as I…

No muthafuckin' joke