I know I ain't supposed to smoke in here, but Mr. Bump's a man, and put your motherfuckin' hands on me Can I get high without you callin' me? Everybody you see and hear tonight's doin' the same thing, so why you keep layin' hatin' on me? Can I get high without you callin' me? Hey, nigga, you hear this shit? Yeah, la-la-la, I be smokin' If you hear me right, I be loakin' The bullshit truth, you be rollin' Barely give you a pause, me, I get high La-la-la-la, I be smokin' If you hear me right, I be loakin' The bullshit truth, you be rollin' Barely give you a pause, me, I get high I know that I got a problem, I keep comin' back for these Dodo bags and not your yak or your sack of seeds I chill, sit back on the sofa and relax my knees I'm rollin' up loose enough to make the backwards breathe I blow a heavy load, you can subtract some G's Cause I'm a smoker, too much of this to choke ya I don't mean to provoke ya, but I'm a bad influence A musician can't operate without his instruments My recent success gradually got your bitch convinced Haters mad they can't look inside cause that bitch the tense I enter the club with baggies of that chocolate The second hand smoker make a nigga wanna start shit Sometimes I think about where the niggas from the start went Raise up a lighter and fuck up the whole apartment It's just one of the things that I do in my spare time My bad habits ain't private, so I don't give a shit, man La la la la, I be smokin' If you hear me right, I be loakin' The bullshit truth, you be rollin' Barely give you a pause, me, I get high La la la la, I be smokin' If you hear me right, I be loakin' The bullshit truth, you be rollin' Barely give you a pause, me, I get high Now they cut their hands out cause of the way shit bend So you niggas ain't smokin' if you don't chip in Listen, I wait a long for these rocks to glisten From that one-room pad without a pot to piss in All the betrayal is not forgiven I do this for my niggas locked up that's comin' home to lobster livin' Helpin' the cops, forbidden Bout to buy momma her own mansion Just so I could see her pop the ribbon That Cali Budz special, so special, I held the blunt so long Snoop had to tell me, master weed, nephew Fuck rap, I'm the wrong one, they get pissed off Cause the pump'll make you jump like Chris Cross My nigga dead and it's hard to let go So I'm blowin' on that wet dough, same color as Gecko We follow her codes and everybody in the set Know we gassin', fuck him and pass him, what you expect, ho? That la-la-la, I be smokin' They hear me runnin', I be loakin' The bullshit truth, you be rollin' Barely give you a pause, me, I get high That la-la-la, I be smokin' They hear me runnin', I be loakin' The bullshit truth, you be rollin' Barely give you a pause, me, I get high You say dem want to blow up the rest of dem kids Yes, I blessed it, dem blazed up the purple palm tree I told dem don't mess with dem, I hold the New Testament Do you want to smoke, do you pee? Weed rollin', G strollin', bad-mouthin' motherfucker Law-breaking pimp slappin' niggas for the fuck of it Hip-hoppin', ziplockin', rip-rockin', gangbanger Thought you was an actor, thought I was a singer Thought about ridin' with me, said you want to hang tough DPG unit, sounds like danger You might want to manage your anger Hang with us and stop smokin' on the same stuff Now lay back on the law This new weed that I got, I call it face-off Cause it'll blow your face off and that's a figure of speech My niggas a beast, on me, from the west to the east Breach That la-la-la, I be smokin' They hear me runnin', I be loakin' The bullshit truth, you be rollin' Barely give you a pause, me, I get high That la-la-la, I be smokin' They hear me runnin', I be loakin' The bullshit truth, you be rollin' Barely give you a pause, me, I get high