Let a nigga know Shawty what you want Layin in the bed Smokin on the dope Bad bitch with me Say she wanna roll Right here by the stove Yeah, I got all these drugs

(Whoa, whoa) (Here we come!) When the sun goes down, we're the small town smokin' gun Gonna ride back roads til' their ain't no road to run Gonna tip 'em back and drink 'em dry Leave it all out on the field tonight We ain't gonna stop, ready or not

Smoking out, pouring up, keep that lean up in my cup All my car got leather and wood in my hood we call it buck Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall If he up, watch him fall, I can't fuck with y'all (Pussy ass ho niggas) I can't fuck with

We're gettin' off today We'll pick you up and take you away Get down tonight Smokin', Smokin' We're cookin' tonight, just keep on tokin' I feel alright, mamma I'm not jokin', yeah We're gonna play you a song, a little bit of rock-n-roll You gotta let

The smoking gun is what I’ve found The dirt I have on you is the ground Wish that I didn’t have to see a confidant as an enemy Now the truth is a ball and chain Holding my conscience to the flame Covered up, but still I know The secret of the life you’re

I'm in love when we are smokin' that la-la-la-la-la Let me into your heart Do what you want I'm telling you Can't stand it, backhanded They wanna see us fallin' apart You know that I love you So let me into your heart Do you really love me?

Yeah but baby you're the one I need to stay Got a few bad habits babe Before you cause my little heart to break And my drinking baby I can cut down on it too I got to cut you lose now baby Cut down on my smoking babe Cut down on my smoking babe yeah

Somethin' 'bout the pain mixed with you Drinking, smoking, doses, potions Drinking, smoking, doses, emotions Got me doing things I ain't do, right Got me doing things I ain't do, right, true Cheap shot, caught me when I wasn't looking for you Why are you

Yeah so far it's alright, alright baby x4 Yeah so far it's alright, alright baby Yeah, it's the way we are We were smoking by eleven and knocking 'round town Beat 'em ups on my arm We were never good at selling Couldn't cut down And I stay with my father

When we party on the West Coast (on the West Coast) Drinkin' and smokin' all night, all night long We keep it funky on the West Coast I got love for my people on the West Coast, yeah Ain't no party like a West Coast party 'Cause a West Coast party don't