Smokin' On

[Intro: Wiz Khalifa] Let you get high but I ain't smoking with the rest though Cause if it's in my joint, believe that it's the best smoke I'm talking OG kush from the West Coast Watch how you hit it, just one hit will burn your chest, though [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] Cut those cameras on cause my camos on And my niggas back and we riding 'round town With a big ol' bag of weed, Taylor Gang, we ain't in yo faculty Me and Snoop Dogg done created a masterpiece Smoke all day and I'm making this cash And we 'bout it 'bout it like Master P Go hard, stacking cheese, roll a joint, pass the trees T-G-O-D, he's the O-G, real G shit what it has to be My real niggas gon' pop tags for me Fake niggas won't get bags from me Say you just wanna shake hands with me? Same fuck niggas used to laugh at me Now I'm riding 'round town in a car that you can't even pronounce And you can't go fast as me Smoking marijuana and she know that I'm a player So she wanna come up here and spend that cash with me That pimp shit come naturally That fuck shit is whack to me My kush grown organically My balling is actually [Hook: Wiz Khalifa] Let you get high but I ain't smoking with the rest though Cause if it's in my joint, believe that it's the best smoke I'm talking OG kush from the West Coast Watch how you hit it, just one hit will burn your chest, though, fa sho You might get smoke but you ain't smoking what we smoking on You might get smoke but you ain't smoking what we smoking on You might get smoke but you ain't smoking what we smoking on You might get smoke but you ain't smoking what we smoking on [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] Let me turn you on and turn you out To make you feel like you really wanna feel For real, sho will, nigga I got that kill You know what I got: Captain Crunch, soda pop Light green kush cut from a bush Mix it together, get it together Hypo grow with the hydro flow Smoking on some shit called I don't know This is that shit that was caught From my niggas on the block with a .44 Glock - oh no! Cuttin it up, button it up Homie don't speak at all You might 'scape, you might be most likely like shark bait I might hate, nigga you smoking that lightweight Wrong class, featherweight, levitate Set it straight: let me break it down for you Flip it, zip it, let it fly If it's good, it's gonna get you high Drop it, stop it, that ain't the one We don't even smoke that shit for fun! [Hook] [Verse 3: Juicy J] Yea nigga, I'm rolling up that high-grade Chilling on the porch, smoking like it's Friday Every day of the week to Juicy J's a high day Niggas think I'm Chinese cause my eyes straight I pour up a 6 into a 20 ounce Smoked a half ounce of kush, felt like 20 ounces Fucked around and popped a molly now I'm high as fuck Every chick I'm seeing Juicy screamin out: 'let's fuck!" I done popped a pill and hit the lean behind it Where my mind? Somebody help me find it Got a black and white bitch, they my mixed bitch They keep my double cup full, OG in my Swisher