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

Smokin’ and drinkin’ on the weekend like we did back in the day Smokin’ and drinkin’ got cha thinkin about the one that got away So here’s to all those nights all we felt was life, smokin’ and drinkin’ Smokin’ and drinkin’ It was one of those times what

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

You can get jacked, like a cactus (Yeah) What is you smoking? Cat piss I'm at the five, Saks Fifth (Yeah), huh I plead the five 'cause I am no snitch (Yeah) After that say hocus pocus Yup, yup, yup, yup 'Cause I then disappear with your bitch, yup (Okay)

Ay, I sip the lean in the car My shooter rock out like guitars Take his girl and I'm breaking her heart Me and Gabe, we be shining like stars Smoking dope, I don't fuck with the bars I think I landed on Mars They be hating 'cause we living large Ay, why

When I wake up Only money is on my mind Only hunnits is on my mind Before I had money I swear that I had no life Now I get drunk and I'm smokin' weed Poppin' pills all the time You say you wanna fuck all of my niggas You read my mind

Legalize marijuana Down here in Jamaica I'm another Bush Doctor Warning! The Surgeon General warns Cigarette smoking is dangerous, dangerous Hazard to your health Does that mean anything to you To legalize marijuana Right here in Jamaica

Mexicano, I'm working like I'm Mexicano Drop-top Porsches, I'm so used to this Smoking out the pound, I'm so used to this I know where I'm from and I got used to this Get the llama, I party with the real Madonna (yeah) Beat the odds, do numbers and

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 want a man with a smoking jacket and I want a man with a smoking jacket A deeper pocket with money to burn I want a man who knows his status And he makes a habit of loving me till it hurts I want a man, I want a man He might be heavy on the pedal But