No Cigar (feat. Andre 3000)

Monty P, Stone junior, nothin' but the best (The best) We top-shelf, who want smoke? We take your chest Your neck, your arms, your head, yeah, all that Man, don't think you untouchable in the land of Jack Brrat, brrat, all them sticks in the heat of the night Yellow tape and white chalk be a familiar sight Your dirty laundry broadcast on the evening news I try to tell 'em but wisdom is too hot for a fool I'm from the school of excellence, master of my craft All solid, no crumbs, hand-crafted by hand I still don't dance, don't bite my tongue for nobody You could either fly away or come do somethin' bout it (Uh) Who want smoke? Who want smoke? Who want smoke? Who want smoke? No cigar, no cigar They close as fuck, but no cigar Who want smoke? (Who?) Who want smoke? (Who?) Who want smoke? (Who?) Who want smoke? (Who?) No cigar (What?), no cigar (What?) They close as fuck (Yeah), but no cigar Uh, I smoke Perdomo, hypnotic Cohiba A leader, a teacher, a boss, a scholar, don't father Get fetti, the cheddar, dinero, the fella lookin' better The [?], the Chevy is yellow, my mood is mellow My waves, they hella, some teacher said music and use it To be a lil' business of witness to greatness No patience, I'm ready to service, people My lyrics are lethal, I shit on you, fecal I'm startin' the sequel, I'm threadin' the needle, I'm juicin' like Beetle You're closer than ever (Ayy), you're callin' the reverend (Ayy) You praise to the Heavens (Ayy), to give 'em a lesson (Ayy) You give a confession (Ayy), receivin' the blessin' (Ayy) We live in the mansions (Ayy), yeah, uh Who want smoke? (Ayy) Who want smoke? Who want smoke? Who want smoke? (You know it) No cigar (No cigar), no cigar They close as fuck, but no cigar Who want smoke? (Who?) Who want smoke? (Who?) Who want smoke? (Who?) Who want smoke? (Who?) No cigar (What?), no cigar (What?) They close as fuck (Yeah), but no cigar Three hard like a saw, nothin' goodie but Mob Under the steps and dirt, there was a dungeon, no floor Out of school or off of work or smoke a blunt and go fart Nigga rollin' up the roaches when the shit got short Catch your bitch on her porch, walk her back to her car Pat the pussy, slap her tail and tell her, "See you tomorrow" Pocket book that match nails, Chanel, but needed a bra I could tell that bitch was Hell, she prolly needed a father For the record, me too, what the Hell could we do? Let your older partners raise ya' and watch 'em do what they do Now I pull over just in case I gotta snooze when I cru' Now I know we all some babies, they was just learnin' too I'm Hula Hoopin', Double Dutchin', kickballin' that hoe New maneuver, no discussion, fuck 'em, all of them hoes What's a dungeon? A home, home for misfits Sleepin' on the floor then wake up when you smell somethin' lit (Yeah) Who want smoke? Who want smoke? Who want smoke? Who want smoke? No cigar, no cigar They close as fuck, but no cigar Who want smoke? (Who?) Who want smoke? (Who?) Who want smoke? (Who?) Who want smoke? (Who?) No cigar (What?), no cigar (What?) They close as fuck (Yeah), but no cigar