SMOKIN KILLAH - Webbie

Trillionaire, we gettin' chedda, that’s how we hide out

Ten stories made my house just like a high house

Fresh pounds, still wet when we buy it out

You know that killa burn da best when it’s dried out

Back to back, back to back nigga where it’s at

I’m smokin' white boys, and you know I’m black

No seeds, no indeed when we blowin' weed

My son told me when he grow up that he growing weed

Burnt chips, burnt lips, burnt fingertips

My nigga got burnt, I burn blunts for him

Cigarillos for the ghettos, better sell those

Boys go 'head

Hey, you know that

We smokin' on that killah

Roll it, blow it (x7)

We smokin' on that killah

Roll it, blow it (x7)

We smokin' on that killah

Roll it, blow it (x7)

We smokin' on that killah

Roll it, blow it (x7)

We smokin' on that killah

Shit savage, I’m smokin' zig-zags on they bitch ass

Cross me, get straight smoked, I’m talkin' 'bout puff, puff, pass

I stay high — first class

I’m straight fly, that’s straight gas

Kno my grade is that high grade

I been gettin' blazed since eighth grade

I made it here, I’m kinda happy

Presidential shit, Obama had it

It don’t matter who had it, fuck, we burn it until it’s gone

And go get sum mo

And then do it again

Now we rollin' this fat blunts

Y’all steady rollin them

We smokin' on that killah

Roll it, blow it (x7)

We smokin' on that killah

Roll it, blow it (x7)

We smokin' on that killah

Roll it, blow it (x7)

We smokin' on that killah

Roll it, blow it (x7)

We smokin' on that killah

Blow it, blow it

Blow it, blow it, Sweet Jones Jr.

Look

Pass the blunt, pass the blunt

It came down to the last what?

Get a big drag, huh, then throw that bitch away like my last gun

Get your hustle on, stack all your cheese

Make sure you stay around all Gs

Real niggas, that’s all you need

All these pussy niggas do is try to hog all the weed

Smoke a zip a day, a clip a stay

Around the way, just in case

One of these pussy niggas try to play

Then all these pussy niggas got to pay

250 a zip, 50 round clips, 28 grams, straight out da scale

Straight till I die, heaven or hell

I can just tell that nigga a sell that killah for real

You could just smell as soon as you inhale

It’s hittin' you, yeah

Then pass it around, I ain’t got shit but real niggas in here

Real niggas in here

I ain’t got shit but real niggas in here

Real niggas in here

I ain’t got shit but real niggas in here

Roll it, blow it (x16)

We smokin' on that killah

Roll it, blow it (x7)

We smokin' on that killah

Roll it, blow it (x7)

We smokin' on that killah