What You Smokin On

What you smokin on nigga, what you smokin on? What you smokin on bitch, what you smokin on? I get so.......high And fall off in the sky? [Ludacris] I've fallen and I can't get up Somebody wake me up! So high that my eyelids low, feeling like I'm in a coma - better shake me up What you wanna do Luda? Shit, roll up Might as well. AK-47 to the head And we ain't dead, we just high as hell You may know about this weed, grass, marijuana Cannabis, sativa. You may call it cheeba Maybe reefer, Wiz Khalifa Smoking on White Moonshine or that Anthrax or that Blue Dream Spray a little cologne and my clothes smelling like Versace Blue Jeans Y'all smoking that huff weed, that dirt shit That ragamuff, I'm smoking on that home grown I pass out cause I done had enough! Or that Sour Diesel, that Northern Lights and that killer Cali You see me out up in Oahu, Honolulu, smoking that Maui Wowie [Hook] Don't fret, y'all niggas need a better connect You need to get your status up Y'all smoke that stress, we smoke that shit That won the Cannabis Cup Now I'm higher than a satellite Eating everything like a parasite Now we in the streets looking for the baddest dyke To run a midnight train train like Gladys Knight I'm higher than the prices of petrol Higher than the balloon after you let go Cause I'm smoking that loud in a middle of a crowd And the loud is really louder than techno I got my weed card on the way to the store to get medicinal marijuana Luda! Study more Buddha than the Dalai Lama Grand Daddy Purp, Bubble Gum or the OG kush White Widow or the G-13, that Irene got your homies shook But that Jack Herer and the Headband got my homies wild And the Blueberry Yum Yum's that Fire!! [Hook] [Wiz Khalifa] Smokin' on something grown at home Sunken, blowin O's Nigga I'm from PGH but all my weed from Californ' Can't find the remote control: that's how you know I'm stoned All you do is call me, I got all the weed, the papers, bongs Brownies, trippy sticks and vaporizers, we could smoke a bowl All these niggas smoking weed around me: it's a smoke-a-thon Crowded and my whip is partly cloudy cause we smokin' strong You say you can smoke them joints; Probably cause you rolled it wrong My dollar's up, I'm getting em and I'm folding it I'm lighting em, I'm hitting em, I'm not holding it I'm passing em straight to Ludacris and he's smoking it Security and a nigga that own the bitch askin'