Tryin' To Stop Smokin'-Trick Daddy

歌手 : Trick Daddy

专辑 : Book Of Thugs - Chapter AK Verse 47

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:39

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TXT Tryin' To Stop Smokin'-Trick Daddy 文本歌词

Tryin' To Stop Smokin' - Trick Daddy

(Trick Daddy inhaling)

Mystikal the joint on you ni**a, hit this sh*t here

I heard about you Trick brah, I know what ya'll smoke down yo' way

That b**ch there smell dirty dirty, that b**ch filthy

It ain't gone kill you ni**a

Say dog I smoke that, I smoke chronic, you need to stop

I tryin' to stop smokin', smokin', smokin'

I tryin' to stop smokin', but naw I don't think so

I tryin' to stop smokin' (I'm tryin'),

Smokin' (I'm tryin'), smokin' (I'm tryin')

I tryin' to stop smokin', but naw I don't think so

This time I had to get physical,

So I went and got that ni**a (MYSTIKAL)

He was like (hombre), I say I got pounds in this b**ch to blow

Smoke like it's yo's, ni**a we'll go get some mo'

I know this dread named Fred next do' and I'm hitting' his ho

Got damn it, I'm BLOWED

Behind the wheel and I can't even see the road

Done smoked fo' Joe's and got three mo' already rolled

I shouldn't drive my sh*t when I'm high, I might tear it up

Sh*t got my eyes all red up, ni**a can't even hold they head up

Got my brain waves, elevating in a daze

But I ain't afraid cause I now see life from so many ways

Done smoked up so many j's

Been high for so many days

So many ??? broke down and we roll with brown w**d for days, hay, hay

I'm tryin' to stop smokin' (I'm tryin'),

Smokin' (I'm tryin'), smokin' (I'm tryin')

I'm tryin' to stop smokin', but naw I don't think so

(Train effects)

I be puffing like a choo-choo train

Ni**a with the bonafied smokers on my team

I got the urge for light green,

The same way a fiend crave for ice cream

Smoke that, what track that, sh*t we ain't rollin' to be looking at

So much smoke becoming out the window

B**ches in the next car saying daddy what that

We be smoking on the green,

Give me fifty dollar ??? I be coming in the hood

But you ain't got to worry 'bout catching no motherf**king headache

Under stress I be smoking on the good sh*t

No matter where I'm at, in a ride or at home in the studio writing

Hold ya breathe if you can't take it,

Cause if ya with me and I got motherf**ker I'm lightin'

Not trying to say I'm no hype,

But after killing 'gars then I know I be tight

And I been smoking all motherf**king day

And I'm bout to smoking for the rest of the night

That's why my chest be hurting and I sleep so much

And I can't remember sh*t

I went to the emergency room already, I think I better quit