Letra de Dis Iz 4 All My Smokers (Album Version Explicit)
This is for all my smokers Woo, one more, just keep the thing at the end of it Alright, give me one more time on the count of three 1, 2, 3, this is for all my smokersYo, ya'll done made the album, you heard, yes sir This is for all my smokers This is for all my smokersAyo, Meth, what's up, nigga? Doc, what's really good? Got that bush and that backwood, light up in any hood Yup, I'm that hood, my brother, love me some Cali kush Never thought that little bush in that baggie would have me hookedI'm a pothead, everyone look and point your fingers At the bad guy with the cottonmouths and glass eyes Fuck it, I'm that high, I'm blowing smoke clouds Got my head in the clouds, fuck it, I'm that fly Doc, what's up, nigga?You know how I bust Find me drunk, fucked up at the cannabis cup For those who don't smoke, get the middle finger up You smoke more than us, nigga, it's beginner's luckMy truck, ride with 5-0 eyes on it It's like the blunt, when you ain't got five on it I challenge any opponent, who wanna smoke? We can puff 'til our voice get lower than Tone Loc, likeYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ain't nobody smoking more than me up in here Pump this shit, you get high off this here Because this is for all my smokersI'm like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ain't nobody smoking more than Meth up in here Ayo, bump this bitch, you get high off this here Because this is for all my smokersYo, I'm like oh my God, oh my God I start growing sour D's in my home garage Now niggas on the block, say I'm on my job 'Cause now I rock more chains than AmistadThis my entourage, this not HBO A bitch see me, she like, oh, there he go You can smoke with the bro if you got ass and nice tits But fuck you with that, I'm high off of life shitThey tried to make me go to rehab, no Tell my P.O. that I ain't trying let the weed bag go You can catch me in the whip pushing the seats back slow My chick's a Rican that mean she off the meat rack thoughLook ma, I'm eating 'cause when it's time to get that dough I sink my teeth in and turn around and spit that flow They call me beasting, I monster the boo, so when they cut I leave 'em bleeding, little swag' with some Miss Dashin' seasonLike, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ain't nobody smoking more than Meth up in here Ayo, bump this bitch, you get high off this here Because this is for all my smokersYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yo, don't nobody smoke more than Doc up in here Ayo, bump this bitch, you get high off this here Because this is for all my smokersI got flavors, I'm major baby, send in the troops That Johnny Blaze ya, leave dashes in your Timberland boots Can't fuck with haters, just mad I got a pocket of loot I'm chasing papers, y'all try'na be a rock in my shoeI'm a father, I don't drink with kids, these youngers thinking they hard I think harder than they think they is Somebody's proper as my English is and hope I did my thing Before I die for the things I didEverybody light it up and smoke with your man And cigarette smokers change ya game plan 'Cause this is for all my marijuana smokers Backwoods, Swisher sweets and Dutch rollersYeah, I pull over, start pulling out money 'Cause I buy weed like everyday 420 You know what else is funny, I found was so gutter I'm Cheech and Chong brother just got different mothersYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yo, don't nobody smoke more than Doc up in here Ayo, bump this shit, you get high off this here Because this is for all my smokersYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ain't nobody smoking more than Meth up in here Ayo, bump this bitch, you get high off this here Because this is for all my smokers