Smoked Out (Letra)

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yo h-hit that bitch up ah ah coo!

we bout to get smoked out in this bitch here TONIGHT
when the last time you heard that shit? (turn that shit up)
DAMN, we been a minute nigga (chokin)
still doin this shit (pass dat shit)
look look look for yall niggas that dont know
nigga, i really be smokin on my smoking songs (alright)
you can smell it? (fuckin right)
(cough cough) thats that (cough cough) thats real shit ya heard me?
(cough) ooo shit!
hit this shit foo’
yah aint scared huh?
heh, you can handle it?

[Mystikal]
get yo dope, yo pipe, cigar papers, scissors and cut it up
smoke somethin, sell somethin,
roll somethin if it aint doja then put it up
I’m bout to let you bitches know somethin
I’m the nigga to holla at if you really tryin to blow somethin
scope pounds and qb’s like they inexpensive
got cushion northern lights right but no 2pac and Jimi Hendrix
like the inscence, me run outta weed is that senseless?
for instance, I’ma be around this bitch smokin ‘till I got dentures
three smokin songs each who be charged you know the credentials
I’m in it, four smokin songs I done got
so loaded I forgot to count this ain’t no mystery
yall niggas be lettin that bullshit miss me
you know the history
been smo-kin move a box of fifties
leave me high
leave me tipsy
but won’t go gettin that fucked up nigga huh tell me now what’s the
difference?
this that shit
shit that can’t stay won’t go off of
this that shit
cause right ch’yall can’t smoke off of

[CHORUS x4]
(whatchu is?)
I’m just a rap writer (but wha?)
before I get my nerves bad
LEMME GO GET MY, LEMME GO GET MY LIGHT!

smoke all OVER this motherfucka
BITCH you aint loaded
coo!
boom boom boom boom AT THE DOOR!
you got a problem with me gettin high? suck a dick and die
LEMME GO GET MY, LEMME GO GET MY LIGHT!
(cough) coo!
yall motherfuckas aint loaded
nigga if y’all was motherfuckin loaded like me
you would have yo motherfuckin lighter up nigga
put your motherfuckin lighters down nigga, and light that bitch up

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Smoked Out (Letra)

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{hook: (8x)lord infamous}
I’m smoked out snorted out
Drunken and i’m blown

{dj paul}
Get the dope, chop it up
Get the plate, i can’t wait
Fifth of henn, in my hand
Ask for some, you too late
Now i’m high, really high
Man i’m about to shout
I see you over there talking
But what the fuck you talking about
Oh i’m blazed, in a daze
Purple haze and ash trays
Mac mike you got the light
We green this ain’t no fucking day
Black havana
Craving the vapors of chronic
Dj p with no weed and know what
This shit is so fucking ironic

{juicy j}
I got them blood shot red eyes
Look into my eyes
Did you see a big surprise
Can’t you tell a nigga high
I can fly, i can float
Meet your boy up on the boat
Watch me dive into the water
Like titanic when it broke
Yo keep the weed coming
Keep them drinks coming
Niggas walking around
In that daze like they need something
Cream bumming
Lighters flicking
On the road their ain’t no finish
Send them back
Stop in the kitchen
Nigga this is just the beginning

{hook: (8x)lord infamous}
Im smoked out snorted out
Drunken and i’m blown

{lord infamous}
Hearses circling my house
With wack ass rappers in the rear
Hella lame in my ear
I come to ruin your career
Vocal cords swords
Side board more souvenir
Skins of belly body
Smelly death is in the atmosphere
Peace is extinct
Bloody street
Make them steal
Planes crash ships sink
Every poison gets sweet
Every enemy see
Feel the nuclear nigga heat
May i propose a toast
Its coming close to world war iii
Fright night
Under moonlight
Memphis picture
Mutilating torture pressure
Till the satan took ya
I’ll beat ya till there’s nothing left but slop
Feed you to the swamp
Running thru the forest like gunk
Bloody tree trunk
Bitch you want a piece of this
Might as well take the heart
There was no love from the start
Sprinkle body parts
Woe onto you my foe
Cause you just don’t know
Smoked out snorted drunk blown

{hook: (8x)lord infamous}
I’m smoked out snorted out
Drunken and i’m blown

{twista}
Got me gone off herb
And i earn when i swerve to the curb
For the derb and the bourbon
Fresh out early and
Hanging with the soldiers
Still got the feelings that we pearling
Show me where they working
From the bank dawg
Money on a fifth of henn
Tell the motherfucker drink up
Why the skunk weed starting to stank dawg
Bitch go and get some gin
We gonna get the party cranked up
Put your bank up we gonna need more
Weefer chain cause our cryptic addicted to weed smoke
Get incisions of pure seeded snow
Take a puff choke shit of this weed dope
And i’m off my square now
Went and yelled out
Where the nigga trying to get sloppier
Dropping ya
If you trying to get us
While we uzing them
Rolling with the three 6 mafia
Popping ya popular
Buck at niggas with the rock
Close encounters of the herb kind
Leave you sitting on the curb crying
South side getting bucked up
In a party with a burb mind
We gonna tear this bitch up
Cause we fucked up
Gone off that sticky
When i zone off cant hit me
Have me going in illusions
Trying to get me
Infatuated with drugs
Smoked out snorted out drunken and blown
Getting crunk in that mode
Twista gotta stay high
Smoke a skunk till i’m old
Now chucking like im sea sick
On the front porch with the mob
And we be thick
Roll when you see twista and three 6
Who can bog the motherfucking mind
Like an eclipse on the weed tip

Smoked Out (Letra)

Mystikal

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Yo hit that bitch up…up…up…coo

We bout to get smoked out this bitch here tonight
When the last time you heard that shit (turn that shit up)
Damn its been a minute nigga (cough cough)
Still doin this shit (pass dat shit nigga)
Look..look….look for yall niggas that dont know nigga
I really be smokin on my smoking songs (well alright)
You can smell it??? (fuckin right)
Thats that..(cough), thats that real shit you heard me
Ohhh shit
Hit this shit fool
You aint scared huh???? you can handle it?

[mystikal]
Get ya ? with ya pipe and, cigar, papers, scissors and cut it up
Smoke somethin, sell somethin, roll somethin
If it aint doeja then put up
I’m bout to let yall bitches know somethin
I’m the nigga to holla at if you really tryna blow somethin
Scope houses ? like they inexpensive
Got cushion northern lights white without tupac and jimmy hendrix
Just like the incense
Me run outta weed, is that senseless
For instance….
Imma be around this bitch smokin till i got dentures
Three smokin songs you two ? you know the ?
I mean its four smoke songs
I done got so blowed i forgot to count this one
Aint no mystery, yall niggas need to let that bullshit miss me
You know the history
Been smokin, keep movin boxes of fifty
You could live it high, could live it tipsy
But both gon get a nig fucked up
So tell me whats the difference
This that shit…the shit they cant stay woke off of
This that shit that ? cant smoke off of

[chorus 4x]
(what u is?) i’m just a rap writer, before i get my nerve back
Lemmie go get my lemmie go get my lighter

[mystikal]
Smoke alllll over this mutha fucka….bitch you aint loaded
Cuuuuuu boom boom boom boom at the doe
If u gotta problem with me gettin high…suck a dick and die
Lemmie go get my, lemmie go get my, lemmie go get my,
Lemmie go get my lighter
(cough cough) cuuuuuu
Yall muthafuckas aint loaded
Nigga if yall was muthafukin loaded like me you’d have your muthafuckin
Lighter up nigga
Put ya muthafuckin lighter in the sky nigga
Light that bitch up