Smoke Something

Smoke something ******s
This one go out to all the ******s that be getting loaded all the ladies that be getting loaded
Score it up, roll it up, blow it up
I'm bout to let you ******s know something 'fore you get mad and throw something, ************ you better smoke something
If it's on your chest, get's rid of that mess, for the end of that stress
****** told me that's sess was the best, so
I got's to test
It's all in the roll, ****** how you hold it
If you didn't notice that
I was ****** up, y'all ******s ain't loaded
Speakin' of myself
I'm just a rap writer
But before
I get my nerves bad, let me go get my -- let me go get my lighter
Blaze up a swissa full of herb, shut the door, shut the window
Close the gate, get the phone out,
I don't want to be disturbed
I'm on too but
I'm in my own home
High as Cheech
N Chong, in my own zone, smokin' homegrown
Smoke all over this mother******
But never would have knowed it, if
I wasn't loaded
So come and take a walk with me
Get spark with me *inhales* what a brought with me
See ya'll ****** can't find this, ******s be moving in slow motion smokin' that
Bionic Chronic
And ain't no ************ like
Bo-************ No four like that score
I be screamin but yall know what
I'm fiendin' for
****** you wanna know something?
****** the dumb ************t, ****** you better smoke something