Smoke-A-Long Lyrics

Puff puff when I blaze up up and away

Stoned stuck on this haze yep what can I say

I'm a pot addict up in the attic for days

I got a bad habit I wasn't planning to change

I wasn't planning to stay I was chillin on Petes couch

Im always losing track of time over at Pete's house cuz Pete packs dimes in a hookah with 3 snouts

Feels like a bazooka as soon as you breathe out

We on that homegrown retarded greenhouse

Type of shit you take 2 hits and peace out

Have you runnin down the street wavin your peace bout

Paranoia gettin so ripped that you're geeked out

This shit will make a freak out even a classy broad

Why don't you ask your dog who got the true Lodi Da

I have a hard time holding my eyes open

It'll cost more than five to hit on what I'm smokin

This aint your average smoking song

And you can tell by the smell of what we're smoking on

I was high as hell when I wrote this song

In and out of my fridge until the groceries gone

This aint ur average smoking song

I don't care if it's Bobby Brown or you smoke the bomb

Whether you're rolling blunts or you toke your bong

Take a puff of that stuff you can smoke-a-long with me

Awww what is this you look like you're passing out

I'm so fucking high I forgot what I'm rappin bout

Oh yeah I'll grab you a bag if you brought the exact Amount

And you bust me off a bud for the hook up good looking out

See Im cool with the dealer he already spot me Jane

He gave me a cheaper price and told me to pocket the change

And it's that flame this stuff is hard in the paint

He sold this strand for months and not once has got a complaint

Its what you call exotic he copped it from out of state

Some people call it chronic but everyone calls it Great

Honestly it has the color of a strawberry daiquiri taste like bubblegum right out the bubble Yum factory

Stop acting all buddy buddy u aint folk to me

You ain't the first broke man whos tried to smoke for free... please

I have a hard time holding my eyes open

Itll cost more than 5 to hit on wut im smoking

This aint your average smoking song

And you can tell by the smell of what we're smoking on

I was high as hell when I wrote this song

In and out of my fridge until the groceries gone

This aint ur average smoking song

I don't care if it's Bobby Brown or you smoke the bomb

Whether you're rolling blunts or you toke your bong

Take a puff of that stuff you can smoke-a-long with me