Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Smokin Session , by - Frayser Boy. Release date: 11.07.2005
Song language: English
My Smokin Session |
| Aye, Crunchy told ya he had «3 Different Kinds of Weed"in a bowl |
| I didn’t believe him, but man this nigga got that shiiit! |
| Aye Boogie Mane, man, aye |
| You need ta pass that shit, bruh |
| (Hook, Frayser Boy &) |
| I smoke weed |
| I gets high |
| I need it on a daily base to get by I smoke weed |
| I gets high |
| I need it on a daily base to get by Do the damn thang, get the lighter, fire it up bitch |
| Do the damn thang, get the lighter, fire it up bitch |
| Do the damn thang, get the lighter, fire it up (Fire it up) |
| This is a smokin session |
| This is a smokin session |
| (Verse 1, Frayser Boy) |
| I got a smokin habit |
| Got it? |
| Then let me have it That 'Dro would make me happy |
| Sticky like Laffy-Taffy |
| Fiendin cause I’m an addict |
| Never caught blazin babbage |
| Hurry and let me grab it Extend your arm and pass it |
| I’m rollin through the hood, my windows half-cracked |
| The firest shit up in the town, gots ta have that |
| Inhale, exhale, inhale, and blow it out |
| Give me that 'Dro, plus a mic, I’m showin out |
| So nigga what’cha mean? |
| My favorite color green |
| I keep a blurry scene |
| From shit’cha never seen |
| This fuckin 'Dro I’m chokin, it got me mad-straight |
| I’m feelin like I’m on that movie called «Half Baked» |
| I’m smokin half weight, my eyes real heavy |
| I’m flyin home to my broad cause I feel ready |
| Been smokin all night, ain’t gotta ask that question |
| I’m feelin alright, this is my smokin session |
| (Hook) |
| (Verse 2, Boogie Mane) |
| Smoke on a daily basis |
| Don’t even ask me why |
| My head be full of Marijuana, evidence in eyes |
| Drift off to other places, you wouldnt think I be Pass me the weed so I can roll me up another B I know you got it nigga, don’t make me ask again |
| Cause you don’t wanna «say hello to my little friend» |
| Known to cause confrontations, like every now and then |
| Boy fuck the conversation, put that Hydro in the wind |
| His ass start to uhh choke and, smoke fillin up his lungs |
| So when I hit and showed him, showed him what his ass won |
| Reach down into yo pockets, and give me all yo weed |
| And clown stop all the flaugin, cause this shit ain’t what’cha need |
| Some niggas try ta copy, and doin what they see |
| But then they do it sloppy, fuckin up this lovely weed |
| Call me the Boogie Mane, and I’ma keep ya guessin |
| What fuckin zone I’m in when I be in my smokin session |
| (Hook) |