(Trick Daddy inhaling)



Mystikal the joint on you nigga, hit this shit here





Mystikal:



I heard about you Trick brah, I know what ya'll smoke down yo' way



That bitch there smell dirty dirty, that bitch filthy





Trick:



It ain't gone kill you nigga





Mystikal:



Say dog I smoke that, I smoke chronic, you need to stop





Chorus:





I tryin' to stop smokin', smokin', smokin'



I tryin' to stop smokin', but naw I don't think so



I tryin' to stop smokin' (I'm tryin'),



smokin' (I'm tryin'), smokin' (I'm tryin')



I tryin' to stop smokin', but naw I don't think so





Verse 1: (Trick Daddy)





This time I had to get physical,



so I went and got that nigga (MYSTIKAL)



He was like (hombre), I say I got pounds in this bitch to blow



Smoke like it's yo's, nigga we'll go get some mo'



I know this dread named Fred next do' and I'm hitting' his ho



Got damn it, I'm BLOWED



Behind the wheel and I can't even see the road



Done smoked fo' Joe's and got three mo' already rolled



I shouldn't drive my shit when I'm high, I might tear it up



Shit got my eyes all red up, nigga can't even hold they head up



Got my brain waves, elevating in a daze



But I ain't afraid cause I now see life from so many ways



Done smoked up so many j's



Been high for so many days



So many ??? broke down and we roll with brown weed for days, hay, hay











Chorus (repeat