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Song title: Mystikal - I Smell Smoke

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Im in the land..
L.a. -- land of the sticky
Sup?
What chall niggaz know bout that purple weed nigga?
Show yall niggaz some shit
Its that sticky, that bud

Indo, hydro
Open up the window, Im bout to blow!
That fire shit
Nigga what chall, what chall got
What chall got to roll em up?
Packwoods?  garcia vegas?  straight chocolate phillies?
Nigga straight, ? , the dutches and the black n milds?
Yall niggaz dont know nuttin about them corolas
Ha yeah, j.o.b., one point five

[mystikal]
Break it up, chop it up, cut it up, tuck the end
Take the phillie out and roll it up!
Light it, hit it, hold it, pass
Puff puff blow it up!
See some of yall niggaz be talkin about blowin
But cant handle the doja
Gettin sleepy n shit, quittin all early
Bitch you aint no smoker!
Yall must think used to hittin that dirt
The sticks with the brown buds
Me, I aint got shit else to do
Nigga Im bout to get fucked up!
Two cases of green, optimal burned away
A.m. done turned to p.m.
And nighttime done turned back to day
Im, still smo-kin
Feelin sporty in my hotel - spent the whole day gettin loa-ded!
Its nothin but smoke til theres nothin to smoke
Its nothin but sticky and nothin but doja
Disconnect the smoke detector and
Put a wet towel up under the door!
Nobody else probably more dope for me, I got the whole tree
Leftovers for me, whoo this bitch off the hee!
Button up cause suck em up is a pet peeve
First dont put my light in your pocket
Second dont wet my God damn weed!!
Thats just two, before I could get to three and four
Five and six, I heard a dum dum dum dum at the do
Evidence all over, Ive been doin somethin serious
Gotta hide this shit, cause I know thats hotel security
I played it off, I said, come back later I aint got on no clothes
He said, sorry sir, I dont mean to disturb ya, but I smell smoke!
Fuck it just went to jail for that shit
I aint goin back
I done ate an ounce and ima flush the rest
Cause I aint goin out like that!
Sprayin cologne and cuttin on the shower
Tryin to clear it up
Worried like a dog but I gotta open the door
Fukkit here go nuthin!
The do swung open and some young nigga
Talkin bout, whats happenin?
He said, I know you got that fire, sell your boy a sack!

Aint that a bitch!
Boy you betta get your bitch ass up outta here
Nigga Id think you the motherfuckin police
I done threw all my motherfuckin weed away
Fuckin with you old bitch ass nigga
Nigga, get your motherfuckin hoe ass up outta here
Bitch before I stomp your bitch ass
The fuck!
Boy this nigga done blew my motherfuckin high