Mirror on the ceiling (We smokin' 'em all) Light me up and breathe in We smokin' 'em all Get off on me, my body's got you pleadin' Mirror on the ceilin' Off on me, my body's got you pleadin'

I wanna get high, I wanna get low Come on, I wanna smoke a little spliff with you Smokin', smokin' love I wanna get high, baby let's go Smokin, smokin' love Small world we're livin' in, rock set in stone One life I've been livin' in, come on let's go

Tats on my face (Tats) This Backwood an eighth (Hey) Your trash, you're waste I was on the Nawf smoking on shake (Nawf) Thirty round on the Glock make you shake (Baow) Chasing the bag, I race (Bag) I make a plain bitch great (Plain bitch) Look in his

My head is spinnin', smokin' on the chicken, the bass is kickin' This a Rollie, not a stopwatch, shit don't ever stop My head is spinnin' This the flow that got the block hot, shit got super hot Smokin' on the chicken, the bass is kickin' Tay Keith, fuck

Chainsmoking your love It's getting harder to breathe Can't be good for my sanity Can't be good for my lungs I know my lease is up and the bailiff's at the door And still I'm hanging on to the life we had before I know this cold love won't lead me to the

That's my mama, mamacita, that's my mama, mamacita Got it vibratin' on me like a beeper Boy I'm in Colorado Smokin' California reefer Hey, the bitch so bad Call her ticket 'cause I really wanna meet her (Really wanna meet her, wanna meet her) Hey and I

I'm sitting by a bonfire watching her swaying Me and my buddies and the guitar playing Sipping on forties on a Saturday night Buzzing through a chorus of Dixieland Delight Back through my mind like smoke She was smoking hot, a whiskey shot, a cherry Coke

Watch dem niggas that be close to you And make sure they do what they supposed to do Cause you know they be thinking about smoking you Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways They never realized, how real Nas, is so decisive It's just the likeness, of

My bitch is bad and boujee (bad) Raindrops, drop tops (drop top) Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie) Cookin' up dope in the crockpot, (pot) We came from nothin' to somethin' nigga (hey) I don't trust nobody, grip the trigger (nobody) Call up the

We're smokin' dynamite (Got kingdom come, on the run) So keep the throttle to the bottom We may never see tomorrow Too many fuses to light Gonna steal, beg, and borrow A thousand fahrenheit and we're about to ignite If tonight's our time to go, the one