Smokin Green lyrics

My n*gga Big Bos gon hit this sweet
Kane and Abel (what's up) gon hit the muthaf*ckin sweet
(what's up Mo B?)
Skull Duggery (KL) said pass that muthaf*cka right here (Craig B)
I'm a smoke some of this
For all my n*ggas dat's dead and gone and ain't here
(time for us TRU n*ggas to get ya'll n*ggas high)
Smoke somethin (Silkk in this b*tch, C-Murder)
For all them n*ggas in the projects that's tryin to come up
(and you know me, Master P, pervin on that muthaf*ckin swisha sweet)
Mr Serv-On gon hit this sweet (swisha sweet)
Somebody done (that muthaf*ckin green chronic)
(n*gga that's how we smoke it down here)
Put Big Pokey on that muthaf*ckin... on that dank
(dank, doja) got him hooked on chronic
(we don't f*ck with that brown weed) Big V said
(brown weed's for suckas, n*gga) pass him the sweet
And then give it to Big Mann (and we serve cluckas)
(so it's time to jump in yo muthaf*ckin ride and get it smoked up)
Don't pass it, n*gga, to Big Ed cause you know he'll mug you
(I want the windows to be foggy)
(and tell ya partna n*gga, pass that muthaf*cka, go like this here)

Chorus: 1, 2, 3 n*ggas blowin dank in my cadillac
4, 5 n*ggas smokin weed in my cadillac
6, 7 n*ggas blowin dank in my cadillac
8, 9 n*ggas blowin weed in my cadillac
10, 11 n*ggas gettin high in my cadillac
12, 13 n*ggas won't fit in my cadillac
Gettin high in my cadillac
n*ggas smokin sweets in the cadillac
Uunngghh!

[Verse I]
TRU n*ggas keep roaches in the ashtray (ashtray)
And smoke mo chronic than that n*gga Diggity Dr. Dre
Ask Cube, cause today is a good day (good day)
And I been blowin that green all f*ckin day
And these hoes on my nuts, cause I got that weed
Keep em 2 for 5, n*ggas I got it 4 for 3
Holla at yo boy, if you wanna get high
I keep that green when I'm rollin in my dope ride
Lickin on that sweet, split it with your fingernail
Dump the tobacco out, pass the green dank that's real
Turn up the bass on the 18s
Roll up the window cause a n*gga can't lose no swisha sweet
Smoke, and let my n*ggas choke
And if you can't handle that dank, get your ass out my car bro
We been smokin since '83
'97 Silkk told ya'll hoes, none of ya'll b*tches ride for free

[Verse II]
You got twenty let's go half on a 40
Stop the Lac at Motel 6, it's time to get retarded
b*tch ask me for a shotgun, I'm bout that
20 minutes, that same ho on her back
Talkin bout, she high as a kigitty-kite
But we been f*ckin and smokin dank all f*ckin night
Made it home mama smellin on a n*gga shirt
Say it smell like chronic, I mean that green dirt
Got a n*gga fiendin, flippin to lunch
I mean you know that dank (oooowheeee!) have you with the munch
Damn n*gga, but it's all good
After today I do that same sh*t, knock on wood
My red eyes need Visine, I got mine
If ya'll n*ggas still smokin, fool press rewind
(rewind noises)

Chorus

Verse I

[Mo B. di*k]
Let's go half on a 40 sack
Roll up some swishas, (I told ya'll n*ggas I was gon get ya'll high)
For some pull on that
Cause it's time to get high (Cause that's how TRU n*ggas ride)
That's how TRU n*ggas ride (No Limit Soldiers)

Repeat

Smokin weed, makes me feel fine
Lord I got the chronic on my mind (repeat)

[Master P]
Playaz get high, let's get smoked n*gga, damn
One of ya'll n*ggas gon pay
For my seats, ya'll done burned up my muthaf*ckin seats!