(feat. 50 Cent, Snoop Dogg) 



[Lloyd Banks] 

I know, I ain't supposed to smoke in here 

But Mr. Bouncer Man, don't put your motherfuckin hands on me 

(Can I get high) - without you botherin me 

Everybody you see in here tonight's 

doin the same thing, so why you keep player hatin on me? 

(Can I get high) - without you botherin me 

Testi Canzoni 

[50] Ay, did you hit this shit? 



[Chorus: G-Unit - repeat 2X] 

That la lah-lah, I be smokin 

Be gettin me right, I be loc'n 

Them bullshit trees, you be rollin 

barely gives you a buzz, me I get HIGH! 



[Lloyd Banks] 

I admit I got a problem, I keep comin back for these 

doe-doe bags, and not your 'gnac or your sack of seeds 

I chill, sit back on the sofa and relax my knees 

And roll one up loose enough to make the backwards breathe 

I blow a heavy load, you can subtract some G's 

cause I'm a smoker, too much of this to choke ya 

I don't mean to provoke ya, but I'm a bad influence 

A musician can't operate without his instruments 

My recent success rapidly got your bitch convinced 

Haters mad they can't look inside cause I pitched the tints 

I enter the club with baggies of that chocolate 

The secondhand smoke'll make a nigga wanna start shit 

Sometimes I think bout where the niggaz from the start went 

Raise up a lighter and fuck up the whole apartment 

It's just one of them things that I do with my spare time 

My bad habits ain't private, so I'ma share mine 



[Chorus] 



[Lloyd Banks] 

Now they put they hands out, cause of the way shit bend 

So you niggaz ain't smokin if you don't chip in 

Listen, I waited long for these rocks to glisten 

From that one-room pad without a pot to piss in 

Overt betrayal is not forgiven, I do this 

for my niggaz locked up that's comin home to lobster livin 

Helpin the cop's forbidden, bout to buy momma her own mansion 

Just so I can see her pop the ribbon 

That Cali bud special, so special I held the blunt so long 

Snoop had to tell me, "Pass the weed nephew!" 

Fuck rap, I'm the wrong one to get pissed off 

Cause the pump'll make you "Jump" like Kris Kross 

My nigga dead and it's hard to let go 

So I'm blowin on that wet doe, same color as Gecko 

We follow hood codes and everybody in the set know 

We gas 'em, fuck 'em and pass 'em, what you expect ho? 



[Chorus] 



[Snoop Dogg] 

Say 'gain won't you blow it with the best of them 

Yes yes I blessted them, blazed up the purple palm trees 

I told dem don't mess wit dem, I hold dem no testament 

Do you want to smoke wit me? 

Weed rollin, G-strollin, bad-mouthin muh'fucker 

Law breakin, pimp slappin niggaz for the fuck of it 

Hip-Hoppin, ziplockin, riprockin gangbanger 

"Thought you was an actor," thought I was a singer 

Thought about ridin if you say you wanna hang tough 

D.P.G. unit sounds like danger 

You might wanna manage your anger 

Hang with us and stop smokin on the same stuff 

Now lay back on the law 

This new weed that I got I call it face off 

Cause it'll blow your face off and that's a figure of speech 

My niggaz a beast, on me, from the West to the East, preach! 



[Chorus]