Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Inhale Exhale, artist - Bushwick Bill. Date of issue: 10.07.1995
Song language: English
Inhale Exhale |
| Oh my fucking goodness |
| (Niggas wanna smoke Bill, I’m tellin' you man) |
| Ehehehehe |
| Oh boy |
| (You understand, get fucked up, you know what I’m sayin') |
| (Treat this shit like you know, you know how we do nigga) |
| Goin' off around here |
| Ehehehehahaha |
| (I don’t even where nigga, fuck that, nigga) |
| Goin' off around here |
| (Nah nigga) |
| Y’all come back now ya hear? |
| (Smoke this shit right here) |
| (Check this out) |
| Look what I did |
| I scored a lid |
| Now I’m high as fuck |
| Cause I smoked it deep down my throat |
| Damn near bust a gut |
| What the fuck? |
| Thought I heard a truck crash, through my room |
| Damn near pissed my Fruit of the Looms, man |
| Nigga you be tweakin' |
| Every weekend we have smoke-outs, choke-outs |
| What I tell ya about smokin' that shit? |
| Pass it to me, so I can take a hit (alright) |
| Inhale, find my brain cells |
| Exhale, light another joint |
| Oh well, I’m not Bill Clinton |
| So I just… |
| (Inhale) |
| Until I’m feeling smoke |
| 'Til my mind feels high |
| (Exhale) |
| When I’m always 'bout the choke |
| (Smoke some) |
| Can’t get none |
| This one got my name on it |
| I’m Bushwickin' Bill |
| Roll another, smoke together |
| I’m gon' kill this one |
| I’ve got to get my mind tight |
| So I can bust this shit right |
| Can’t see the stage through the fog |
| I stepped into a cloud of smoke |
| Choke, I get fucked up off gin |
| Then, do it again |
| Now I’m drinking Hennessy |
| Menace C-L-A-N |
| Hittin' endo |
| Po' mo' drink into my fucking cup |
| If you look at my eyes |
| You can see that I’m fucked up |
| But can I hit that? |
| I’m with that six-pack |
| That shit that you smokin' too |
| Ooh, that’s endo |
| I’m from South-Central |
| We smoke good shit |
| Nigga, you can’t see me in rappin' |
| You smokin' bullshit |
| I’m down with Bushwick |
| Took shit to the other level of the game |
| When I get high off mary jane |
| Cause I just… |
| All of the smoke |
| You got my vote on another one |
| Chri-zon got me floatin' |
| Smokin' with the Jetsons |
| Every second is an hour |
| Every hour is a century |
| I’m from South-Central |
| So ya know I’m thinking vi-lent-ly |
| Chri-zon, whi-zon |
| Got this shit like Vietnam |
| Niggas blastin' shit, leaving it like napalm |
| Hit it, then pass it back |
| I’m on this shit like crack |
| You lucky that you smokin' fool |
| This my only bag muthafucka |
| So why you wanna suck shit up? |
| I don’t give a fuck |
| You made mistakes before |
| Now it’s in the hands of Chuckwick |
| I’ve got to get my shit lit |
| You know I’m not gon' pass it |
| So why the fuck you askin'? |
| Ain’t nothin' happenin' |
| Ya best to blaze ya own guz |
| Cause I’m the last muthafucka that ever wanna trust |
| With them herbals |
| I give them fools verbal lectures |
| Can this ghetto boy get high off this killa here in Texas? |
| (Ya eyes are bloodshot) |
| You blood clot, I love pot |
| I smoke up all that killin' |
| I took yo' spot |
| And I won’t spot |
| Bad-um, why ask why do I get high when I get high? |
| When I’m done I just come back and I get high as I… |
| No muthafuckin' joke |