Niggas wanna smoke,
oh my fuckin' goodness
Niggas wanna smoke,
Bill, I'm tellin' you that
You'll stay get fucked up,
you know what sayin'
Do this shit like you know it
You know how we do, nigga
Goin' on from around here
You know I'm goin' nowhere,
nigga, fuck that
Goin' on from around here
Nah, nigga
Look what I did, I scored a lead,
now I'm high as fuck
This guy smoked a deep down my throat,
damn near bust a gut
What the fuck?
Thought I heard a truck crash
through my room
Damn near pissed my fruit on balloons,
man
Nigga, you be tweakin' every weekend
We have smoke outs, choke outs,
what'd I tell you about smokin' that shit?
Pass it to me so I can take a hint
Inhale, find my brain cells
Exhale, line of the joint, oh well, I'm not
Bill
Clinton so I just in there
Until I'm full of smoke, till my mind feels high,
when I'm almost bout to choke
Smoke's on
Can't get none,
this one got my name on it,
Von
Bushwick in the build
Roll another smoke together,
I'm gon' kill this one
I've got to get my mind tight,
so I can bust this shit right
Can't see this page through the fog
I stepped into a cloud of smoke,
choke, I get fucked up off gin
Then, do it again
Now I'm drinkin'
Hennessy, men and
C .L .A .E .N
Hittin' endo, pomo,
drink into my fuckin' cup
If you look at my eyes,
you can see that I'm fucked up
But can I hit that? I'm with that six -pack
That shit that you smokin' too
Ooh, that's endo, I'm from
South
Central
We smoke good shit
Nigga, you can't see me
in rappin'
You smokin' bullshit
I'm down with
Bushwick, cook shit too
That other level of the game
When I get high off
Mary
Jane
Cause I just inhale
Until I'm full of smoke,
till my mind feels high
When I'm almost bout to chug
Until I'm full of smoke,
till my mind feels high
When I'm almost bout to chug
All of the smoke,
you got my vote on another one
Krizon got me floatin',
smokin' with the
Jetsons
Every second is a hour,
every hour is a century
I'm from
South
Central, so you know I'm
thinkin' violently
Krizon,
Krizon, got this shit like
Vietnam
Niggas blastin' shit, leavin' it like napalm
Hit it, pass it back,
I'm on this shit like crack
You lucky that you smokin' food,
it's my only vat
Motherfucker,
so why you wanna suck shit up?
I don't give a fuck,
you made mistakes before
Now it's in the hands of
Chuckwick
I've got to get my shit lit,
you know I'm not gon' pass it
So why the fuck you askin'?
Ain't nothin' happenin'
You be st to blaze your own guts
Cause I'm the last motherfucker
that you ever wanna trust
With them herbals,
I'm givin' them fools verbal lectures
Can this ghetto boy get high
off this killer here in
Texas?
Your eyes are bloodshot,
you blood clot, I love pot
I smoke up all that killin' I saw
Joe spot, it won't stop
But um, why ask why do I get
high when I get high?
When I'm done,
I just come back and I get high as I inhale
Until I'm full of smoke till
my mind feels high
When I'm almost about to choke
Inhale
Until I'm full of smoke till
my mind feels high
Until I'm full of smoke till
my mind feels high
When I'm almost bout to choke
Until I'm full of smoke till
my mind feels high
When I'm almost bout to choke
No motherfucking joke
Thanks watching!
Bushwick Bill 
