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(feat. Master P) [Talking] Somebody open a fuckin' window I can't fucking breath Let's get high tonight Let's get high tonight Let's get high tonight Let's get high tonight When I ain't got no weed my nerves get bad This gunnu want a page 'bout to score me a bag Of that green sticky, don't want no stems or seeds My nigga Fiend in the front seat rollin' sum Sweets See we like to get high Seven days a week And weed smoke in the air, make my niggas tweak And Snoop choppin' up some chronic in the back seat Soulja Slim down to smoke 10 before we fall asleep Get weight, and still wanna get high Moby Dick commin' with that chocolate Tai Nah, nah, this is for my smokers My coke lovin' snorters My niggas flippin' quarters Uhh we smokers, we oughta SongtexteNah, nah, this is for my smokers My coke lovin' snorters The niggas stay flippin' quarters We smoke, cus we oughta Two things I'm gun' do, get high and die Shirt smellin' like sess, momma askin' why Red eyes, burnt lips, brown finger tips You chokin' like you 'bout to die, lemme hit that shit I need weed to proceed, you hoes acting stuck up But bitch I want some pussy, when we get fucked up Just me and my niggas gettin' higha than a motherfucka Stop at the store, mouth drya than a mothafucka Half of pound of stress, put that chest to the test Throw your nigga a gun, cus tonight's the smoke fest Why, why this is for my smokers My coke lovin' snorters My niggas stay flippin' quarters Uhh we smokers, we oughta Uhh, uhh, this is for my smokers My coke lovin' snorters My niggas stay flippin' quarters We smoke, cus we oughta Aus Songtexte Mania