Lyrics Second Hand Smoke - Natural Elements

Second Hand Smoke

L-Swift: Damn, that shit was good
L-Swift's Girl: Yeah
L-Swift: Word.
Ayyo, ma, you tryna, you tryna smoke this joint with me?
L-Swift's Girl: What?
Hold, hold up, I’m not down with that
L-Swift: I’m saying, «Smoke it.»
I’m saying just, just one time.
Just for me.
I’m saying, just, I’m saying just one, one pull, one pull, one pull
L-Swift's Girl: Yeah?
L-Swift: One pull
L-Swift's Girl: Uh, aight
L-Swift: One pull.
Go ‘head (*Sparks lighter*)
L-Swift's Girl: (*Inhales and coughs*)
L-Swift: Hahaha
Uh.
All the fellas say… word, secondhand.
Lay back, get your Dutchy,
get your White Owl, get your phillies or whatever, and get lifted off the
secondhand smoke
Oh my, my, my
I’m feeling high
My money’s gone
I’m all alone
Too much to see
The world keeps turning
Oh what a day
What a day, what day
Oh my, my, my
I’m feeling high
Oh my, my, my
I’m feeling high
Ayyo, I had the illest
Dream last night that I was smoking an L. My eyes
Was litted up, but no one could tell.
Yo, on the low
I was open as hell.
I hear a voice in my ear, saying
«A, yeah, what should I do?»
I’m conversating in
The rear, getting high with the crew, checking this trick that
I knew, sitting down on the couch, she’s chilling out.
I’m in
The house, plus I’m ‘bout to stick my dick in her mouth
(No question, no doubt) Yo, I said
«You're cold, wanna be with me—it's true
If you didn’t, then I wouldn’t be next to you
Baby girl, uh, you’re looking all sexual
It’s the truth, boo.
I wanna have sex with you.»
We’re raw-
-dogging it up in the piece, fucking to beats made
By Charlemagne, under the sheets—what a relief.
Shorty
Smiles, sucking me while she’s puffing a leaf
Sweet thing, bust a nut in your cheeks.
Blunted for weeks, can’t
Get enough of these freaks, weed, liquor, and rhymes
Puff a nickel while I’m fucking a dime some of the time
Secondhand smoke is better than sex, but, just then, I woke up
What?!?
Nevertheless, we keep it moving, y’all
Ayyo
Get lifted off the secondhand smoke—I quote
And all the ladies say, «Oh my, my, my».
Ayyo
Get lifted off the secondhand smoke—I quote
And all the fellas say, «I'm feeling high»
Let me tell you something.
Ayyo
I woke up in the morning, saw a Dutchy on the dresser
Honey asking, «Why you don’t wanna touch me?»
I undressed her
Finessed her the Natural Elements way
If I don’t got my Dutchy, I’ma have a celibate day
Felt it away like it was mandatory.
I’m in a cypher
With my niggas, and a cloud of smoke stand before me, so hand
A 40 to the right and pass the trees on the left.
Shorty
I’m tonguing smell the weed on my breath.
She tied me to the bed
And squeezed on my chest.
I guess the secondhand is in her
So call him up and tell her man, «Forget her.»
Stand or deliver
No telegrams or pictures.
L in my hand with liquor
Elements' plans is bigger.
Can’t stand a nigga
Who be hogging the smokes.
If you a candidate, we’re locking the votes
Even stay high when my pockets is broke.
How could I quote?
Too many trips to be made.
Come to and show you most
Like we see a spliff on a stage.
I blaze it up so y’all could
Get lifted off the secondhand smoke—I quote
And all the ladies say, «Oh my, my, my».
Ayyo
Get lifted off the secondhand smoke—I quote
And all the fellas say, «I'm feeling high» Ayyo
Get lifted off the secondhand smoke—I quote
And all the ladies say, «Oh my, my, my».
Yo
Get lifted off the secondhand smoke—I quote
And all the ladies say, «I'm feeling high»
Uh, I was grown in exotic
Lands where waters hitting slow, tropical plant
Pure as the dripping snow, hitting hoes, or, rather, when hoes hit me
They’re hooked-over.
See, I produce like your grocer
Lyrics is coka.
Don’t fuck with me if you ain’t a chain-smoker
Bitches is strung, a full-fledged player chop game ‘cause
My tongue’s a single-edge razor, cost of sexual favors
Niggas scream, «Flavors,» got the trees here, trying to be NE.
Near
Every corner, I be there.
See here (What?), if crack kills
I’ma craft krills with West Indian Archie math skills
‘Til I feel the blue top cap spills
Even if I have to clap wheels, let the record stand
I got the whole city high off the secondhand
Get lifted off the secondhand smoke—I quote
And all the ladies say, «Oh my, my, my».
Ayyo
Get lifted off the secondhand smoke—I quote
And all the fellas say, «I'm feeling high» Ayyo
Get lifted off the secondhand smoke—I quote
And all the ladies say, «Oh my, my, my».
Ayyo
Get lifted off the secondhand smoke—I quote
And all the fellas say, «I'm feeling high»
L-Swift: Ayyo, and all the fellas say, «Oh my, my, my».
Word, that’s how we do.
«I'm feeling high» Word, get lifted off the secondhanded smoke.
Uh, we wanna know one thing though
A-Butta: What’s up?
What’s that, man?
L-Swift: We wanna know one thing: «damn, y’all feel that?»