Trick Daddy

Trick Daddy - Tryin' to Stop Smokin'

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(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 (come from), 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 4x)

I'm tryin' to stop smokin' (I'm tryin'),

smokin' (I'm tryin'), smokin' (I'm tryin')

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

(Train effects)

Verse 2: Mystikal

I be puffing like a choo-choo train

Nigga with the bonafied smokers on my team

I got the urge for light green,

the same way a fiend crave for ice cream

Smoke that, what track that, shit we ain't rollin' to be looking at

So much smoke becoming out the window

bitches in the next car saying daddy what that

We be smoking on the green,

give me fifty dollar ??? I be coming in the hood

But you ain't got to worry 'bout catching no motherfucking headache

under stress I be smoking on the good shit

No matter where I'm at, in a ride or at home in the studio writing

Hold ya breathe if you can't take it,

Cause if ya with me and I got motherfucker I'm lightin'

Not trying to say I'm no hype,

but after killing 'gars then I know I be tight

And I been smoking all motherfucking day

And I'm bout to smoking for the rest of the night

That's why my chest be hurting and I sleep so much

and I can't remember shit

I went to the emergency room already, I think I better quit

Chorus (repeat 4x)

Mystikal & Trick Daddy: (talking)

Chorus comes back in till fade

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