Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Smoked Out (feat. Twista), artist - Tear Da Club Up Thugs. Date of issue: 31.10.2000
Record label: Sony
Song language: English
Smoked Out (feat. Twista) |
| I’m smoked out, snorted out |
| Drunk and then I’m blowed |
| I’m smoked out, snorted out |
| Drunk and then I’m blowed |
| I’m smoked out, snorted out |
| Drunk and then I’m blowed |
| I’m smoked out, snorted out |
| Drunk and then I’m blowed |
| I’m smoked out, snorted out |
| Drunk and then I’m blowed |
| I’m smoked out, snorted out |
| Drunk and then I’m blowed |
| I’m smoked out, snorted out |
| Drunk and then I’m blowed |
| I’m smoked out, snorted out |
| Drunk and then I’m blowed |
| Get the dope, chop it up |
| Get the plate, I can’t wait |
| Fifth of Henn', in my hand |
| Ask for some, you too late |
| Now I’m high, really high |
| Man, I’m about to shout |
| I see you over there talking |
| But what the fuck you talking about? |
| Oh I’m blazed, in a daze |
| Purple haze and ash trays |
| Mac Mike you got the light |
| We green this ain’t no fucking day |
| Black Havener |
| Craving the vapors of chronic |
| DJ P with no weed and no white |
| This shit is so fucking ironic |
| I got them blood shot red eyes |
| Look into my eyes |
| Did you see a big surprise |
| Can you tell a nigga high |
| I can fly, I can float |
| Meet your boy up on the boat |
| Watch me dive into the water |
| Like Titanic when it broke |
| Yo, keep the weed coming |
| Keep them drinks coming |
| Niggas walking around |
| In a daze like they need something |
| Green bumming |
| Lighters flicking |
| On the road their ain’t no finish |
| Send them back |
| Stop in the kitchen |
| Nigga this is just the beginning |
| Yeah! |
| I’m smoked out, snorted out |
| Drunk and then I’m blowed |
| I’m smoked out, snorted out |
| Drunk and then I’m blowed |
| I’m smoked out, snorted out |
| Drunk and then I’m blowed |
| I’m smoked out, snorted out |
| Drunk and then I’m blowed |
| I’m smoked out, snorted out |
| Drunk and then I’m blowed |
| I’m smoked out, snorted out |
| Drunk and then I’m blowed |
| I’m smoked out, snorted out |
| Drunk and then I’m blowed |
| I’m smoked out, snorted out |
| Drunk and then I’m blowed |
| Hearses circling my house with wack-ass rappers in the rear |
| Hella lame in my ear, I come to ruin your career |
| Vocal cords sore, cyborg, morgue souvenir |
| Skins of belly, body smelly, death is in the atmosphere |
| Peace is extinct, bloody street, make them stink |
| Planes crash, ships sink, every boss gets weak |
| Every enemy sleep, feel the nuclear nigga heat |
| May I propose a toast? |
| It’s coming close to World War III |
| Fright night under moonlight, Memphis butcher |
| Mutilate and torture pressure cooker, Satan took ya |
| I’ll beat ya till there’s nothing left but slop |
| Feed you to the swamp |
| Running through the forest like Gump, bloody tree trunk |
| Bitch, you want a piece of these? |
| Might as well take the heart |
| There was no love from the start |
| Sprinkle body parts |
| Woe, onto you my foe |
| 'Cause you just don’t know |
| Smoked out, snorted, drunk, blowed |
| I’m smoked out, snorted out |
| Drunk and then I’m blowed |
| I’m smoked out, snorted out |
| Drunk and then I’m blowed |
| I’m smoked out, snorted out |
| Drunk and then I’m blowed |
| I’m smoked out, snorted out |
| Drunk and then I’m blowed |
| I’m smoked out, snorted out |
| Drunk and then I’m blowed |
| I’m smoked out, snorted out |
| Drunk and then I’m blowed |
| I’m smoked out, snorted out |
| Drunk and then I’m blowed |
| I’m smoked out, snorted out |
| Drunk and then I’m blowed |
| Got me gone off herb |
| And the erk when I swerve to the curb |
| For the derb in a 'burban |
| Fresh off earling and |
| Hanging out where they serve |
| They still got some Phillies and we pearling |
| Show me where they working |
| From the bank dawg |
| Money on a fifth of Henn' |
| Tell the motherfucker drink up |
| While the skunk weed start to stank up |
| Bitches, go and get some gin |
| We gon' get the party cranked up |
| Put your bank up, we gon' need more |
| Reefer chain cause our cryptic addicted to weed smoke |
| Hit the Swishers and proceed slow |
| Take a pull, choke, shit, this weed dope |
| And I’m off my square now |
| Went and yelled out |
| Where the nigga trying to get sloppier |
| Dropping ya |
| If you trying to get us |
| While we uzing them |
| Rolling with the Three 6 mafia |
| Popping ya, popular |
| Bucking niggas with the rhyme |
| Close encounters of the herb kind |
| Leave you sitting on the curb crying |
| South side getting bucked up |
| In a party with a burb mind |
| We gonna tear this bitch up |
| Cause we fucked up |
| Gone off that sticky |
| When the Zoloft then hit me |
| Having paranoid illusions |
| Of nigga trying to get me |
| Infatuated with drugs |
| Smoked out, snorted out, drunk and then blowed |
| Getting crunk in that mode |
| Twista gotta stay high |
| Smoke a skunk 'til I’m old |
| Now chucking like im sea sick |
| On the front porch with the mob |
| And we be thick |
| Roll when you see Twista and Three 6 |
| Who can bog the motherfucking mind |
| Like an eclipse on the weed tip |