(Trick Daddy inhaling)
Mystikal the joint on you nigga, hit this shit here

Mystikal:
I heard about you Trick brah, I know what ya'll smoke down yo' way
That bitch there smell dirty dirty, that bitch filthy

Trick:
It ain't gone kill you nigga

Mystikal:
Say dog I smoke that, I smoke chronic, you need to stop

Chorus:

I tryin' to stop smokin', smokin', smokin'
I tryin' to stop smokin', but naw I don't think so
I tryin' to stop smokin' (I'm tryin'),
smokin' (I'm tryin'), smokin' (I'm tryin')
I tryin' to stop smokin', but naw I don't think so

Verse 1: (Trick Daddy)

This time I had to get physical,
so I went and got that nigga (MYSTIKAL)
He was like (hombre), I say I got pounds in this bitch to blow
Smoke like it's yo's, nigga we'll go get some mo'
I know this dread named Fred next do' and I'm hitting' his ho
Got damn it, I'm BLOWED
Behind the wheel and I can't even see the road
Done smoked fo' Joe's and got three mo' already rolled
I shouldn't drive my shit when I'm high, I might tear it up
Shit got my eyes all red up, nigga can't even hold they head up
Got my brain waves, elevating in a daze
But I ain't afraid cause I now see life from so many ways
Done smoked up so many j's
Been high for so many days
So many ??? broke down and we roll with brown weed for days, hay, hay


Chorus (repeat

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