I Smell Smoke

I'm in the land L.A., land of the sticky What y'all niggas know bout that purple weed nigga? Show y'all niggas some shit, it's that sticky, that bud Indo, hydro, open up the window, I'm 'bout to blow That fire shit, nigga what ch'all, what ch'all got Whatch'all got to roll 'em up? Backwoods? Garcia Vegas? Straight chocolate Phillies? Nigga straight, can get down with that Nigga I'll twist it in the Black n Milds Y'all niggas don't know nothin' about them Coronas Cognac? JOB 1.5 Break it up, chop it up, cut it up, tuck the end Take the filler out and roll it up Light it, hit it, hold it, pass it Puff puff, blow it up See some of y'all niggas be talkin' about blowin' But can't handle the doja Getting sleepy an' shit, quittin' all early Bitch, you ain't no smoker Y'all must think used to hittin' that dirt The sticks with the brown buds Me, I ain't got shit else to do Nigga, I'm 'bout to get fucked up Two cases of green Optimos burned away A.M. done turned to P.M. And nighttime done turned back to day I'm, still smokin' Feelin' sporty in my hotel, spent the whole day gettin' loaded It's nothin' but smoke 'til there's nothin' to smoke It's nothin' but sticky and nothin' but doja Disconnect the smoke detector and Put a wet towel up under the door Nobody around me mo' 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, don't put my lighter in your pocket Second, don't wet my goddamn weed That's just two, before I could get to three and fo' Five and six, I heard a "Dum-dum-dum-dum" at the door Evidence all over, I've been doin' somethin' serious Gotta hide this shit, 'cause I know that's hotel security I played it off, I said come back later, I ain't got on no clothes He said, "Sorry sir, I don't mean to disturb ya, but I smell smoke" Fuck it, just went to jail for that shit; I ain't goin' back I done ate an ounce and I'ma flush the rest 'Cause I ain't goin' out like that Sprayin' cologne and cuttin' on the shower; tryin' to clear it up Workin' like a dog but I gotta open the do', fuck it, here go nothin' The door swung open and some young nigga, talkin' 'bout "What's happenin'?" He said, "I know you got that fire, sell your boy a sack" Ain't that a bitch Boy, if you don't get your bitch ass up outta here Nigga, I'm thinkin' you the motherfuckin' police I done threw all my motherfuckin' weed away Fuckin' with you old bitch-ass nigga Nigga, get your motherfuckin' ho-ass up outta here Bitch before I stomp your bitch ass, the fuck Boy, this nigga done blew my motherfuckin' high