I Smell Smoke

[Intro] I'm in the land L.A. -- land of the sticky What ch'all niggas know bout that purple weed nigga Show y'all niggas some shit, it's that sticky, that bud Indo, hydro, open up the window, I'm bout to blow That fire shit, nigga what ch'all, what ch'all got What ch'all got to roll 'em up Backwoods? Garcia Vegas Straight chocolate Phillies Nigga straight, ? Nigga I'll twist it in the Black n Milds Y'all niggas don't know nothing about them Coronas Cognac, J.O.B., one point five Break it up, chop it up, cut it up, tuck the end Take the Phillie out and roll it up Light it, hit it, hold it, pass Puff puff blow it up See some of y'all niggas be talking about blowing But can't handle the doja Getting sleepy n shit, quitting all early Bitch you ain't no smoker Y'all must think used to hitting that dirt The sticks with the brown buds Me, I ain't got shit else to do Nigga I'm bout to get fucked up Two cases of green OPTIMOS burned away A.M. done turned to P.M And nighttime done turned back to day I'm, still smoking Feeling sporty in my hotel - spent the whole day getting loaded It's nothin but smoke til there's nothin to smoke It's nothin but sticky and nothin but doja Disconnect the smoke detector and Put a wet towel up under the door Nobody around me mo' dope for me, I got the whole tree Leftovers for me, whoo this bitch off the hee Button up cause suck 'em up is a pet peeve First don't put my lighter in your pocket Second don't wet my goddamn weed That's just two, before I could get to three and fo' Five and six, I heard a DUM DUM DUM DUM at the do' Evidence all over, I've been doing something serious Gotta hide this shit, cause I know that's hotel security I played it off, I said come back later I ain't got on no clothes He said, sorry sir, I don't mean to disturb ya, but I smell smoke Fuck it just went to jail for that shit; I ain't goin back I done ate an ounce and I'mma flush the rest Cause I ain't going out like that Spraying cologne and cutting on the shower; trying to clear it up Workin like a dog but I gotta open the do' - fuck it here go nothing The door swung open and some young nigga Talking bout, what's happening He said, I know you got that fire, sell your boy a sack Ain't that a bitch Boy you betta get your bitch ass up outta here Nigga I'd think you the motherfucking police I done threw all my motherfucking weed away Fuckin with you old bitch-ass nigga Nigga, get your motherfucking ho-ass up outta here Bitch before I stomp your bitch ass, the fuck Boy this nigga done blew my motherfucking high