Smoke On Lyrics - Singles - L-burna (layzie Bone)

[L-Burna] 

Roll up that hyrdo 

And just smoke on 

Smoke on 

I'll roll this blunt for you (Lah Lah Lah Lay) 

Lah Lah Lah Lay 

uh huh 

And just smoke on 

Smoke on 

I'll roll this blunt for you 

[L-Burna] 

Nigga, this my life 

And I'm livin' the high life 

And I love to smoke 

And it really don't be right 

If my weed ain't tight 

Like a nigga might as well be broke 

But quote me a price 

And drop my sack 

Quickly 

You wanna smoke with me 

Drop me a ??? 

With a philly 

It really don't matter to me 

'Cause I'm green leafin' 

Big chiefin' 

I'm making my thang 

To blaze 

Who the lover to this game 

And man I'm not ever gonna change my ways 

And in the morning when I rise I'm gettin' high 

Even off in the evening 

When I'm rollin' 

I'm smokin' ligh (smoking ligh) 

Trying to free my mind 

If you want to parly 

Just jump your ass in the trunk 

Pull out the blunt 

Then light it on up 

Lay it on back 

And and get fucked up 

As soon as you hit it 

You hear your heart beat thumping 

Stick be numming 

Mint keep humming 

Music bumping 

Try to fall off into something 

Whatever it be 

Just let it be known 

This weed be the dro 

'Cause nigga it be slow for the po 

I know 

That's why niggas stay on the go 

Smoking the leanest (the leanest) 

Smoking the greenest 

If you wanna get blowed 

You can hit me 

Little Lay be through a little later 

On the sticky 

The sticky 

When you wanna get blowed 

They all know 

You can call on L-A-Y 

For the hyrdo 

Lah Lah Lah Lay 

Lah Lah Lah Lay (for the doe) 

Yah Yah 

(Lah Lah Lah Lay) When you wanna get blowed 

You all know 

You can call on L-A-Y 

For the hyrdo 

Lah Lah Lah Lay 

Lah Lah Lah Lay (for the doe) 

Lil' Lay Lay (that is) 

Nigga hit the studio 

And drop a song 

And then I get gone 

In the wind 

See my nigga, Ken, 

Then dipped the Benz 

And copped two old folks for the Ben 

Then decided to meet downtown 

By ten 

Shoot a little pool and sip some gin 

Gave it a little set bet 

And then made a little bet about who would win 

Continue smashing 

A nigga been on the road and need (I need some) some action 

I'm headed back to the hood 

'Cause nigga the hood is really what's happening 

Been in a lot of hoods 

In a lot of cities 

But this one here is mine 

I remeness 

And make a wish 

As I pass that "99 street" sign 

Hit up the liquor store 

'Cause I'm fixing to blow big 

With the niggas on the block 

Nigga going to smoke 

Smoke a lot 

Let them feel this dro 

That Lay just got 

Nigga hit the block 

About Four 

And didn't leave until nine 

Watching my niggas out on the grind 

I didn't notice the time 

Find myself flying down to the crib 

Trying to meet Ken in a hurry 

Doing about fifty in ??? 

Running lights with no worries 

I made it there safe and on time 

When I pulled to the spot 

And I see Ken chillin' 

Smoking in the parking lot 

(Let me hit it) 

Roll up that hyrdo 

And just smoke on 

Smoke on 

I'll roll this blunt for you (Lah Lah Lah Lay) 

Lah Lah Lah Lay 

uh huh 

And just smoke on 

Smoke on (Lah Lah Lah Lay) 

I'll roll this blunt for you (Lah Lah Lah Lay) 

Nigga left the pool hall 

Sloppy and didn't even fuck with nobody 

And all this kicking then got me paranoid 

Hoping the po po don't stop me 

Doing the limit with L 

So high that I'm nervous as hell 

Fuck waking up sober in jail 

Hit fifty fit for some shell 

And I drop the top so the wind 

Can blow on through my braids 

All in my face 

Get on my way 

And right about then I get a page 

Who could it be 

Its Hey lil' Nappy 

And had a head full of some sin 

Told me to come on over there 

Quick 

'Cause I got the booze and no more weed 

Tell him its on 

Hung up the phone 

Fixing to start this whole new section 

Less then fifteen to twenty minutes 

I drove 

And lil' Lay then bless them 

That's how it is 

When they roll with the number one 

That's how it be 

Nothing but icky-sticky leaves 

Trees that will put you on your knees 

Hit it 

Then hold it 'til it make you cough and gag 

Guaranteed to run and and brag 

To your niggas about lil' Layzie bag 

I keep the killing 

Nigga can smoke and p.o. 

If you can catch up with me 

Or you can hit me 

And I be through with the sticky 

The sticky