This Is For The Smokers - Kane & Abel

featuring Master P 

[Talking] 
Somebody open a fuckin' window 
I can't fucking breath 

Let's get high tonight 
Let's get high tonight 
Let's get high tonight 
Let's get high tonight 

When I ain't got no weed my nerves get bad 
This gunnu want a page 'bout to score me a bag 
Of that green sticky  don't want no stems or seeds 
My nigga Fiend in the front seat rollin' sum Sweets 
See we like to get high Seven days a week 
And weed smoke in the air, make my niggas tweak 
And Snoop choppin' up some chronic in the back seat 
Soulja Slim down to smoke 10 before we fall asleep 
Get weight, and still wanna get high 
Moby Dick commin' with that chocolate Tai 

Nah, nah, this is for my smokers 
My coke lovin' snorters 
My niggas flippin' quarters 
Uhh we smokers, we oughta 
Nah, nah, this is for my smokers 
My coke lovin' snorters 
The niggas stay flippin' quarters 
We smoke, cus we oughta 

Two things I'm gun' do, get high and die 
Shirt smellin' like sess, momma askin' why 
Red eyes, burnt lips, brown finger tips 
You chokin' like you 'bout to die, lemme hit that shit 
I need weed to proceed, you hoes acting stuck up 
But bitch I want some pussy, when we get fucked up 
Just me and my niggas gettin' higha than a motherfucka 
Stop at the store, mouth drya than a mothafucka 
Half of pound of stress, put that chest to the test 
Throw your nigga a gun, cus tonight's the smoke fest 

Why, why this is for my smokers 
My coke lovin' snorters 
My niggas stay flippin' quarters 
Uhh we smokers, we oughta 
Uhh