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letra de i smell smoke - mystikal

i’m in the land.
l.a. — land of the sticky
sup?
what ch’all n-gg-z know bout that purple weed n-gg-?
show y’all n-gg-z some sh-t
it’s that sticky, that bud

indo, hydro
open up the window, i’m bout to blow!
that fire sh-t
n-gg- what ch’all, what ch’all got
what ch’all got to roll em up?
packwoods? garcia vegas? straight chocolate phillies?
n-gg- straight,?, the dutches and the black n milds?
y’all n-gg-z don’t know nuttin about them corolas
ha yeah, j.o.b., one point five

[mystikal]
break it up, chop it up, cut it up, tuck the end
take the phillie out and roll it up!
light it, hit it, hold it, p-ss
puff puff blow it up!
see some of y’all n-gg-z be talkin about blowin
but can’t handle the doja
gettin sleepy n sh-t, quittin all early
b-tch you ain’t no smoker!
y’all must think used to hittin that dirt
the sticks with the brown buds
me, i ain’t got sh-t else to do
n-gg- i’m bout to get f-cked up!
two cases of green, optimal burned away
a.m. done turned to p.m.
and nighttime done turned back to day
i’m, still smo-kin
feelin sporty in my hotel – spent the whole day gettin loa-ded!
it’s nothin but smoke til there’s nothin to smoke
it’s nothin but sticky and nothin but doja
disconnect the smoke detector and
put a wet towel up under the door!
n-body else probably more dope for me, i got the whole tree
leftovers for me, whoo this b-tch off the hee!
b-tton up cause suck em up is a pet peeve
first don’t put my light in your pocket
second don’t wet my god d-mn weed!
that’s just two, before i could get to three and four
five and six, i heard a dum dum dum dum at the do’
evidence all over, i’ve been doin somethin serious
gotta hide this sh-t, cause i know that’s hotel security
i played it off, i said, “come back later i ain’t got on no clothes”
he said, “sorry sir, i don’t mean to disturb ya, but i smell smoke!”
f-ck it just went to jail for that sh-t
i ain’t goin back
i done ate an ounce and i’ma flush the rest
cause i ain’t goin out like that!
sprayin cologne and cuttin on the shower
tryin to clear it up
worried like a dog but i gotta open the door
fukkit here go nuthin!
the do’ swung open and some young n-gg-
talkin bout, “what’s happenin? ”
he said, “i know you got that fire, sell your boy a sack!”

ain’t that a b-tch!
boy you betta get your b-tch -ss up outta here
n-gg- i’d think you the motherf-ckin police
i done threw all my motherf-ckin weed away
f-ckin with you old b-tch -ss n-gg-
n-gg-, get your motherf-ckin hoe -ss up outta here
b-tch before i stomp your b-tch -ss
the f-ck!
boy this n-gg- done blew my motherf-ckin high

- mystikal

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