Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Smoke Out , by - Birdman. Release date: 31.12.2003
Song language: English
Smoke Out |
| Nigga how you feel comin’out that project nigga |
| To these E-States and floatin on these million dollar yahts |
| Smokin these thousand dollar Marlboro’s |
| You gotta roll that weed nigga let it burn |
| Bust then burn nigga wait yo' turn |
| Roll it up I’m smokin |
| Roll it up I’m chokin |
| We got weed in the mornin', weed for the homies |
| Weed in the back of the Coupe I been smokin my nigga |
| I went from G’s and thieves nigga |
| We blowin the weed my nigga-fuckin wit freaks nigga (hot boys) |
| I’m in that Bentley Coupe nigga |
| From Shine On video to six foot shorty too my nigga |
| And yeah we headed up town nigga |
| Blow after pound my niggas puttin it down nigga |
| And yeah ridin big is my crown nigga |
| Holdin my rounds nigga-holdin my town my nigga (believe that) |
| To be the boss that I be nigga |
| And smoke weed everyday of the week nigga |
| On Stunna Island nigga fuckin with them G niggas |
| We gettin money everyday of the week nigga |
| It’s fast money nigga-Cash Money made me |
| We blow that purple everyday in my city streets |
| I’m headed to Stunna Island it’s lovely over there |
| Sand in my toes feel the breeze in my hair |
| In the two piece Chenell shades and the (??) |
| Chenell beach bags where I keep the weed stash |
| And I ain’t gotta tell you what the ice like |
| Mothafucker this is Cash Money you know what the life like |
| You smoke what you can, we smoke what we want |
| It’s never back yard boogy, straight stock yard funk |
| The higher ponic chronic, blueberry, and white russian |
| Get it by the block it ain’t open for discussion |
| I ain’t touchin and puffin nothin give me a charge |
| I’m float with the cloud above and then go with the stars |
| Blow dro with my girl Venus on the way to Mars |
| They say you need a ship but niggas get there in they cars |
| Uhhhh we smoke out till we choke out |
| I’m clearin my throat and I’m at it again my nigga no doubt |
| I took a half a block, gettin my ice box for freshness |
| Got half the block complainin how loud the stench is |
| Pewhheeeee pimpin (??)purple or blue, white widow |
| Cause after a few hits ya through |
| Can’t get no realer then 6 Shot baby |
| Hot like a smokin tree baby you think I’m crazy |
| Keep the windows foggy in the black Harley |
| Puffin on Bob Marley the sticky ick-no seeds and sticks |
| Gotta love it bout the size of ya finger |
| Get a light nigga this one’s a banger fuckin right |
| Got that light green, red, orange, yellow |
| Got that strawberry, large cherry, bubble gum, vanilla wrap |
| You ever ask a nigga bout me |
| Cause them hoes know Shot blows guns 7 days a week |
| Huh picture I’m an O. G |
| From a gram, to a quarter, to a half, to a whole Ki |