Artist: Snoop Dogg & Wiz Khalifa f/ Juicy J Album: Mac & Devin Go to High School Song: Smokin' On Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Chorus One: Wiz Khalifa] Bet you get high but I ain't smokin with the rest though Cause if it's in my joint believe that it's the best smoke I'm talkin OG kush from the West Coast Watch how you hit it, just one hit'll burn your chest though [Wiz Khalifa] Uhh, cut those cameras on cause my camo's on and my niggaz backin me Ridin 'round town with a big ol' bag of weed Taylor Gang, we ain't in yo' faculty (in yo' faculty) Me and Snoop Dogg done created a masterpiece Smoke all day and I'm makin this cash and we +Bout It Bout It+ like Master P (like Master P, like Master P) Uhh, go hard, stack your cheese, roll a joint, pass the trees TGOD, he's D-O-G, real G shit what it has to be My real niggaz gon' pop tags for me, fake niggaz gon' get bags for me Say you just wan' shake hands with me, same fuck nigga used to laugh at me Now I'm ridin 'round town in a car that you can't even pronounce and you can't go fast as me Smokin marijuana and she know that I'm a player so she wanna come up here and spend this cash with me That pimp shit come naturally, that fuck shit is wack to me My kush grown organically, my ballin, is actually Hahaha, niggaaaaa [Chorus One] [Chorus Two: Wiz Khalifa] For shooooo' You might get smoke but you ain't smokin what we smokin on You might get smoke but you ain't smokin what we smokin on (ay) You might get smoke but you ain't smokin what we smokin on You might get smoke but you ain't smokin what we smokin on (ay) [Snoop Dogg] Let me turn you on and turn you out to make you feel like you really wanna feel Fo' real, sho' will, nigga I got that kill You, know, what I got - Cap'n Crunch, soda pop Light green kush cut from a bush, mix it together, get it together Hypo' glow with the hydro flow, smokin on some shit called "I don't know" This is the shit that was taught from my niggaz on the block with the fo'-fo' Glock Oh nooo~! Cuttin it up, button it up, homie don't speak at all You might skate, you might be, most likely, like shark bait I might hate, nigga you smokin that lightweight, wrong class Featherweight, levitate, set it straight - let me break it down for ya Clip it, zip it, let it fly; if it's good it's gon' get you high Drop it, stop it, that ain't the one; we don't even smoke that shit for fun~! [Chorus One] + [Chorus Two] [Juicy J] Yeah nigga, I'm rollin up that high grade Chillin on the porch, smokin like it's +Friday+ E'ry day of the week to Juicy J's a high day Niggaz think I'm Chinese cause my eyes straight I blew up a 6, into a 20-ounce Smoked a half-ounce of kush, felt like 20 ounces Fucked around and popped a Marley, now I'm high as fuck Every chick I'm seein Juicy's screamin out "Let's fuck!" I done popped the pills, and hit that lean behind it Where my mind? Somebody help me find it Got a black and white bitch, be my mixed bitch They keep my double cup full, OG in my Swisher [Chorus One] + [Chorus Two]