Lyrics Smoked Out - Dj Dow Jones, DJ EF Cuttin, Soulja Slim

Smoked Out

Oh man, here come this bitch here
(Say Slim, let me hit that)
Bitch you better get out my motherfuckin' face
I ain’t got nothing for you
I don’t know where your mouth been at
You talking about let you hit this
(Don't fucking play with me, I just asked you to hit your shit)
No, no bitch, no
You know what I’m saying
Fuck ya
be blowing some sticky
You not invited to my smoke out, my smoke out
So you might as well get the fuck out, the fuck out
I ain’t never ever smoked with you, smoked with you
Snorted coke or snorted dope with you, dope with you
You niggas got that shit real bad, I’m still mad
Straight play me like a
I don’t need no fucking friends no, while I’m in for the indo
Just brought what I brought from Cali for me
Ain’t none of this in the N. O
Get mad fuck you want but I’m smoking skunk
Followed by a camo hunk that keep it crunk
I know my lungs dirty, dirty but I ain’t worried
Think I’m a joke like my name was
I got some player, that’s player
player, I jab left
You think cause my eyes tight, better have no sight
You got me down bad am I right
and whatever else after that
Carry on, bust 'em open like a bottle
I out smoke your whole clique by myself
And tell y’all if y’all don’t smoke too much, that’s bad for your health
I got that shit that killed Kennedy
Who got the
on my smoke out drop drawers
Break it off, take it off, just let me see
Got a
How I’m a dog, nigga roll nigga in the game
I want mines and all niggas in the lose change
Gotta get it while it’s good cause if it’s not
me and my committee, we keep blocks
Each cocked me up
I’m going out like Tony Montana, me up
Won’t give a motherfuck who could touch
Fuck with us and come with the head bust
Nino black, my
Uptown gun toters and slangers
Keep it killer, on the reala for
Til the cell filled up with