Mystikal Smoke One Lyrics
The Medicine man. Oh yeah. Smoke One
Yeah. This that **** ***** that you smoke off. This the one
I know why'all flipping through this **** the CD and ****.
This the one *****
This yo' chance right NA. Ya' know?
Get all items that you need to get yo' mutha ****in blunt rolled *****.
Get ya' papers, what ever the ****, lighters. why'all know what why'all need.
Huh bra? This what I want why'all to do:
Light something, burn something, smoke something, roll one.
Light something, burn something, roll something, smoke one *****.
Light something, burn something, smoke something, roll one *****.
Light something, burn something, roll something, smoke one *****
Man hit the mutha ****ing weed bra. You playin' wit' the mutha ****in' weed.
do do do do at the doe. Hit this *****. Mutha ****ing roll back.
***** make a roll back. Mouth to the nose, roll back.
I smell smoke. Oh, say ***** when you roll the weed up
make sho' there ain't no sticks or stems.
Put the fire in the wind, then forget about how you roll
Skinny at the end, fat in the middle, long as you smoking
Don't worry about how the ***** look, gotta hold in it stick pocking out
That ain't nothing pass that *****, put ya finger over it hit it wit ya' mouth
I bet it pull, hit this **** I betchu' get full
I don't **** with that dry, that's good for yo' *** I told ya' that's fire
Stick, aloud, expensive, light light green don't touch no brown
Ya' can't stand up, ya' eyelids feel about 200 pounds
Mouth dry as the ****, yeah this ***** hea' high as a duck
Ready to leave, but can't go nowhere 'cause looks like ya' stuck
Now get off the floe'
You don't know what you pull so don't try this no me
Stop that frontin', and if you can't handle it then give me my dope
Nothing but bud, tastin' no seeds
Swallow that ****, ***** you wastin' the weed
You don't know what I got, nothing but dro'
I'm to hold back why'all this about ten time I'm bout to start smokin'
Moving in slow motion, moving in slow motion,
moving in slow motion, moving in slow motion.
I got some more man. That bionic-chronic.
Yeah *****, this the smoking one. fa -sho.
Boy just smoke something *****.
And uhhhhh, how many mutha ****ing times
is why'all ***** gonna be waiting for another verse?
Man, when is why'all gonna learn? This the smoke something man.
You ain't gotta know all that bra. Know what I'm talkin' about *****?
Smoke something. Smoke something. Smoke something. Yes indeed.
Written by: Michael Tyler, Ou0027dell Vickers
Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group