Doobie Ashtray

[Intro] (Don't front) [Hook] What you gonna do when the people go home And you wanna smoke weed but the reefer's all gone And somebody had the nerve To take the herb Up out the doobie ashtray Why they do me that way? What you gonna do when ya friends go home And you wanna drink a beer but ya ends all gone Somebody had the nerve To take the herb Up out my doobie ashtray Why they do me that way? [Verse 1] You probably don't have a big ol house on the hill But if you did just imagine how would it feel If your phone got disconnected, no cash, and ya gas cut off And the gal that you had that was helping just stepped the fuck off She took the kid, the dog, and the kitty And everybody know you're at a low they feel pity And what's really fucked up is now you're just normal No more hoes, no more clothes, can't go to the show cuz it's formal And you wonder why why why why why And you resort to gettin high But damn, you can't find ya stash And you never took the time to ask yourself [Hook] w/ scratches: "Don't front, don't front" You probably don't have a lot of money But if you did would you find it funny If you lent, and you spent it, and you didn't invest Or put it in the bank so it can gain some interest You just went and got the biggest car you could find And a couple more just like it so your friends can follow behind Never mind how much it costs, you copped the best weed to smoke And for her a fur coat You got jet skis and boats And next thing you're broke (damn) And the yacht that you got, it won't sail or float You look back and try to catch someone's attention for help You made a right at the light and they made a left and you ask yourself [Hook] Why they do me that way Yeah Hey hey hey Ain't no more doobies in the tray What you gonna do when the people go home (home home home) {*scratches: "Don't front"*} Wanna smoke some weed but the reefer's all gone (gone gone gone) {*scratches: "Don't front"*} What you gonna do when your friends go home {*"Don't front"*} And you wanna drink a beer but your end's all gone (gone gone gone) {*scratches: "Don't front"*} All gone {*"Don't front"*} Uh-oh. Hehe. Shit I think I found... I found a... Hey! I found a bag of weed. And it...{*breathes in*} Smells pretty motherfuckin' good {*exhales*} I'mma call up some more partnas man, finna smoke Bring the cigars nigga {*"Don't front"*} {*singing*} Ooooo Yeaaaahh Heeeey Heyy Hey Heeeeeyyya Yeyah Told ya I can't sing man, I just be in here bullshittin'