Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song What You Smoking On (feat. Snoop Dogg, Daz, Kurupt & Kokane) , by - E-40. Release date: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
What You Smoking On (feat. Snoop Dogg, Daz, Kurupt & Kokane) |
| Smoke-smoke-smokin! |
| Fucked up mayne |
| E 40, Snoop Dogg, d Dogg Pound |
| (I'm high as fuck!) |
| Intoxicated, elevated |
| My heart just won’t calm down |
| Get it right, smokin on a burrito wrapped tight |
| Up there, sittin on d edge a d moonlight bat tonight |
| Key, show me in d Bible where it say you can’t smoke weed, proceed |
| Inhale, exhale blow donut size wid da smoke, choke |
| Breathe (breathe), follow ma lead, indicacoes, hydroponiclees |
| Spinach, broccoli, greens, guess life is much better than it seems |
| Kinda feel like I got wings, get her to party off of dis smellie, |
| I probably get her to do some things |
| Got a 2 litre bottle a Sprite an I fill that up wid Landi, an a non smoker |
| sweet red dixie cup for a ashtray |
| Daz up under d door so don’t put d smoke detector out but here come Hector d |
| home protective security tryin to kick us out |
| Sayin we talkin hella loud, warnin me an ma guests (guests) |
| Told us we gotta leave if there’s one more complaint at d front desk |
| Smokin an drinkin is what I does, I don’t know about you |
| But imagine wakin up in d mornin with nothin else to do (nothin else to do) |
| Bitch! |
| What you sippin on, so faded |
| What you smokin on, so faded |
| Intoxicated, elevated |
| My heart just won’t calm down |
| A ricki-ticki timbo, we got dat endo |
| Right from da intro, nope dats pretendo |
| Me no comprendo, back out ma benzo |
| A/C on 71, I let d wind blow |
| Trunk bumpin dat shit, ma big cousin Earl he keep a cup a dat shit |
| See I been tryna roll tryna ride while I step on a slide |
| While I reppin that, mothafuckin west side |
| That’s where we come from, sling shots, marbles an double dutch |
| I keep two guns so they call me double clutch |
| Pop three, yatsi, Carlos Rossi, Earl hit Calvin den he round up d posse |
| Set it off, let it off, pow-pow, like Indians we had a big pow wow |
| We got da alcohol, we got d vegetables |
| Original, magical, mystical, twisted pal |
| What you sippin on, so faded |
| What you smokin on, so faded |
| Intoxicated, elevated |
| My heart just won’t calm down |
| I’m high, I’m tryna get grounded |
| Bonkin dat new shit, alumni drownin |
| Everythang around me, stop at d light I’m stuck, I can’t help it I’m high as |
| fuck |
| Dibble dabble with d kush an I mix it up with d acid I roll it up in d blanket, |
| I hit it an look at Daz |
| Like damn dat shit is bombin |
| I’m faded, only in Cali dese are legal, we medicated |
| I’m so elevated, so so levitated |
| Toe down from d floor up, you know I’m culptivated |
| Equal it all out, forty grams on d scale, sixty bout to switch dis out it’s |
| time to inhale inhale |
| Smokin on dem swishies, for ma niggas an bitches |
| You know who got dat bom bom, we, so come get wid us |
| Huff, puff in d sky an I can’t come down, high as a mothafucka it’s E 40 an |
| Dogg Pound (pow) |
| What you sippin on, so faded |
| What you smokin on, so faded |
| Intoxicated, elevated |
| My heart just won’t calm down |