Magic - Smoke On Lyrics
What we gunna do right here is take a little smoke break...not the little white kind with the filters on it, but the kind that makes u high and elevates your mind. I'm talking bout...high.Chorus:Tell me which way is up cuz im tryin to get *****ed up. I wanna get hiiigh (everybody knows i wanna get high). If yall could just leave me alone i could do this on my own. Im tryin to get high.Thats all i wanna do baby...Is get highRoll it up blazed it up.I aint trying to get high im tryin to get *****ed up.Smokaholik.I'ma fiend for the hizzerb.Smoke anything green...Here lizard lizard.I like to smoke til my eyes look chinese.***** a dime bag give me four OZs.Do you smell the aroma.I'm about to fall in a Indonesia coma.I *****s w/ snoop so u know what i need.Thats sticky icky with no stems or seeds.I cant even drive, the smoke all in my eyes.I dont give a damn, long as im high when i die.Chain smoka I light a gook off of a gook.I got it bad and i dunno what to do.I inhale and exhale marijuana.In church and all in front ya momma.ChorusWhen I'm sleeping...Ima blow be a gookyWhen I'm hungry...Ima blow me a gookyWhen I'm thirsty...Ima blow me a gookyI'ma blow by myself or I'ma blow with my crewThis is my medicineWhen im in pain no one makes me feel better than Mary JaneIm rappin just to make enough paper to gather up my shit and move to jamaica...Or Amsterdam where its legalSmoke dogs thats my kinda peopleIs there a rehab for niggas like meThats 25 and been smokin since 15?I done forgot how it feels to be soberThem days are over as long as i got dojaWhen its a drought im going out to CaliWithout a doubt cuz thats what makes me happyChorusCheck this outI love smokin that kiyaLong as a spiaAnd gets me highaIts that stress free relaxationNo other drug is this elevationSo all my smokas it keeps me easy...easy...easyAnd thats Fo sheezyLet me smoke my, my marijuanaAnd stop harassin me-ijuanaI've smoked swisher sweetsKeep movinYou know what I'm doin(shit)How many rappers you know brok as *****?I smoke weed like clockers smoke crackI got it badI sell my soul for a pound of that White Willowhaha
