Smoked Out - Dj Dow Jones, DJ EF Cuttin, Soulja Slim

Oh man, here come this bitch here

(Say Slim, let me hit that)

Bitch you better get out my motherfuckin' face

I ain’t got nothing for you

I don’t know where your mouth been at

You talking about let you hit this

(Don't fucking play with me, I just asked you to hit your shit)

No, no bitch, no

You know what I’m saying

Fuck ya

be blowing some sticky

You not invited to my smoke out, my smoke out

So you might as well get the fuck out, the fuck out

I ain’t never ever smoked with you, smoked with you

Snorted coke or snorted dope with you, dope with you

You niggas got that shit real bad, I’m still mad

Straight play me like a

I don’t need no fucking friends no, while I’m in for the indo

Just brought what I brought from Cali for me

Ain’t none of this in the N. O

Get mad fuck you want but I’m smoking skunk

Followed by a camo hunk that keep it crunk

I know my lungs dirty, dirty but I ain’t worried

Think I’m a joke like my name was

I got some player, that’s player

player, I jab left

You think cause my eyes tight, better have no sight

You got me down bad am I right

and whatever else after that

Carry on, bust 'em open like a bottle

I out smoke your whole clique by myself

And tell y’all if y’all don’t smoke too much, that’s bad for your health

I got that shit that killed Kennedy

Who got the

on my smoke out drop drawers

Break it off, take it off, just let me see

Got a

How I’m a dog, nigga roll nigga in the game

I want mines and all niggas in the lose change

Gotta get it while it’s good cause if it’s not

me and my committee, we keep blocks

Each cocked me up

I’m going out like Tony Montana, me up

Won’t give a motherfuck who could touch

Fuck with us and come with the head bust

Nino black, my

Uptown gun toters and slangers

Keep it killer, on the reala for

Til the cell filled up with