Cop It

Cop it by the pound, smoke it down, by the eighth

I've been smoking every day, don't give a fuck 'bout what you say (nah)

Cop it from the dispo, smoke it down, to the roach

You can't hang with me, I'll leave you hanging by the ropes

Cop it by the pound, smoke it down, by the eighth

They know Tavie stays smokey, but I never pushed no weight (never)

I'm way too great, to drag my name through the mud, like a rake (facts)

I put all my bills away, in a bank for rainy days (save)

But I'm saving up my ones, just to stuff 'em in her waist

While she's shaking all that ass, and throw it back up in my face