WIZ KHALIFA

WIZ KHALIFA - Smoking On ft Snoop Dogg & Juicy J

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[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 D-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

(?) 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 can smoke but you ain't smoking what we smoking on

You might can smoke but you ain't smoking what we smoking on

You might can smoke but you ain't smoking what we smoking on

You might can 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, (?)

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 that popped a Marley 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

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