I'm smoked out, snorted out
Drunken and I'm blown
I'm smoked out, snorted out
Drunken and I'm blownI'm smoked out, snorted out
Drunken and I'm blown
I'm smoked out, snorted out
Drunken and I'm blownI'm smoked out, snorted out
Drunken and I'm blown
I'm smoked out, snorted out
Drunken and I'm blownI'm smoked out, snorted out
Drunken and I'm blown
I'm smoked out, snorted out
Drunken and I'm blownGet the dope, chop it up
Get the plate, I can't wait
Fifth of Henn in my hand
Ask for some, you too lateNow, I'm high, really high
Man, I'm about to shout
I see you over there talking
But what the fuck you talking about?Oh, I'm blazed in a daze
Purple haze and ash trays
Mac Mike, you got the light
We green this ain't no fucking dayBlack Havana
Craving the vapors of chronic
DJ P with no weed and know what
This shit is so fucking ironicI got them blood shot red eyes
Look into my eyes
Did you see a big surprise?
Can't you tell a nigga high?I can fly, I can float
Meet your boy up on the boat
Watch me dive into the water
Like titanic when it brokeYo, keep the weed coming
Keep them drinks coming
Niggas walking around
In that daze like they need somethingCream bumming, lighters flicking
On the road their ain't no finish
Send them back, stop in the kitchen
Nigga, this is just the beginningI'm smoked out, snorted out
Drunken and I'm blown
I'm smoked out, snorted out
Drunken and I'm blownI'm smoked out, snorted out
Drunken and I'm blown
I'm smoked out, snorted out
Drunken and I'm blownI'm smoked out, snorted out
Drunken and I'm blown
I'm smoked out, snorted out
Drunken and I'm blownI'm smoked out, snorted out
Drunken and I'm blown
I'm smoked out, snorted out
Drunken and I'm blownHearses circling my house
With wack ass rappers in the rear
Hella lame in my ear
I come to ruin your careerVocal cords swords
Side board more souvenir
Skins of belly body
Smelly death is in the atmospherePeace is extinct, bloody street
Make them steal
Planes crash ships sink
Every poison gets sweetEvery enemy see
Feel the nuclear nigga heat
May I propose a toast?
It's coming close to World War IIIFright night under moonlight
Memphis picture
Mutilating torture pressure
Till the Satan took yaI'll beat ya till there's nothing left but slop
Feed you to the swamp
Running through the forest like gunk
Bloody tree trunkBitch, you want a piece of this
Might as well take the heart
There was no love from the start
Sprinkle body partsWoe onto you, my foe
'Cause you just don't know
Smoked out snorted drunk blownI'm smoked out, snorted out
Drunken and I'm blown
I'm smoked out, snorted out
Drunken and I'm blownI'm smoked out, snorted out
Drunken and I'm blown
I'm smoked out, snorted out
Drunken and I'm blownI'm smoked out, snorted out
Drunken and I'm blown
I'm smoked out, snorted out
Drunken and I'm blownI'm smoked out, snorted out
Drunken and I'm blown
I'm smoked out, snorted out
Drunken and I'm blownGot me gone off herb
And I earn when I swerve to the curb
For the derb and the bourbon
Fresh out early and
Hanging with the soldiersStill got the feelings that we pearling
Show me where they working
From the bank dawg
Noney on a fifth of HennTell the motherfucker drink up
Why the skunk weed starting to stank, dawg?
Bitch, go and get some gin
We gonna get the party cranked upPut your bank up
We gonna need more
Weefer chain 'cause our
Cryptic addicted to weed smokeGet incisions of pure seeded snow
Take a puff, choke shit of this weed dope
And I'm off my square now
Went and yelled outWhere the nigga trying to get sloppier?
Dropping ya if you trying to get us
While we using them
Rolling with the Three 6 mafiaPopping ya popular
Buck at niggas with the rock
Close encounters of the herb kind
Leave you sitting on the curb cryingSouth side getting bucked up
In a party with a burb mind
We gonna tear this bitch up
'Cause we fucked upGone off that sticky
When I zone off can't hit me
Have me going in illusions
Trying to get meInfatuated with drugs
Smoked out, snorted out
Drunken and blownGetting crunk in that mode
Twista gotta stay high
Smoke a skunk till I'm old
Now, chucking like I'm sea sick
On the front porch with the mobAnd we be thick
Roll when you see Twista and Three 6
Who can bog the motherfucking mind?
Like an eclipse on the weed tip