this is for all my smokers
whether it's dutches, phillies or joints
whether it's trees, dirt, dro or kush
we pushing flames, torching names
clutching dames and tripping off dat “haterade”
this is for all my smokers
This is for all my smokers
cheech when I bong it up, dutch it down/
chong it up joint it down, phillie it up
mixing flows switching up it from the pros/
gloat like you knows you ain't red so I don't hash ya up
my clutch be camels get the role, know ya role
or i'm a walk dat dry like some mud holes/
crushing clowns in ciphers
if you don't puff puff pass then you don't last/
I crash the beats when I'm off the leash
reach cha feats now you fogging it down/
out the whip from a fogged up spliff
gifted gone lifted swinging from a high I ain't coming down from/
whether it be the DRO or the Kush I always push flames
burning names from my favorite ladies taking it steady/
ready rocking knocking out plots when I start
I never stop if you lost the keys then i'll Red & Mef ya/
Black out flame down from the clouds
didn't cha see me spit up a lungie dunny/
you can gem all my rummy but cha ain't mixing weed with beer
proceeding to get the baddest chicks, leaving the club with six
with your crew still in the mix without anybody getting nixed/
this is for all my smokers
whether it's dutches, phillies or joints
whether it's trees, dirt, dro or kush
we pushing flames, torching names
clutching dames and tripping off dat “haterade”
this is for all my smokers