Tryin' To Stop Smokin' Lyrics - Mystikal

(Trick Daddy inhaling) 

Mystikal the joint on you nigga, hit this shit here 

[Mystikal:] 

I heard about you Trick brah, I know what ya'll smoke down yo' way 

That bitch there smell dirty dirty, that bitch filthy 

[Trick:] 

It ain't gone kill you nigga 

[Mystikal:] 

Say dog I smoke that, I smoke chronic, you need to stop 

[Chorus:] 

I tryin' to stop smokin', smokin', smokin' 

I tryin' to stop smokin', but naw I don't think so 

I tryin' to stop smokin' (I'm tryin'), 

Smokin' (I'm tryin'), smokin' (I'm tryin') 

I tryin' to stop smokin', but naw I don't think so 

[Verse 1: (Trick Daddy)] 

This time I had to get physical, 

So I went and got that nigga (MYSTIKAL) 

He was like (hombre), I say I got pounds in this bitch to blow 

Smoke like it's yo's, nigga we'll go get some mo' 

I know this dread named Fred next do' and I'm hitting' his ho 

Got damn it, I'm BLOWED 

Behind the wheel and I can't even see the road 

Done smoked fo' Joe's and got three mo' already rolled 

I shouldn't drive my shit when I'm high, I might tear it up 

Shit got my eyes all red up, nigga can't even hold they head up 

Got my brain waves, elevating in a daze 

But I ain't afraid cause I now see life from so many ways 

Done smoked up so many j's 

Been high for so many days 

So many ??? broke down and we roll with brown weed for days, hay, hay 

[Chorus (repeat 4x)] 

I'm tryin' to stop smokin' (I'm tryin'), 

Smokin' (I'm tryin'), smokin' (I'm tryin') 

I'm tryin' to stop smokin', but naw I don't think so 

(Train effects) 

[Verse 2: Mystikal] 

I be puffing like a choo-choo train 

Nigga with the bonafied smokers on my team 

I got the urge for light green, 

The same way a fiend crave for ice cream 

Smoke that, what track that, shit we ain't rollin' to be looking at 

So much smoke becoming out the window 

Bitches in the next car saying daddy what that 

We be smoking on the green, 

Give me fifty dollar ??? I be coming in the hood 

But you ain't got to worry 'bout catching no motherfucking headache 

Under stress I be smoking on the good shit 

No matter where I'm at, in a ride or at home in the studio writing 

Hold ya breathe if you can't take it, 

Cause if ya with me and I got motherfucker I'm lightin' 

Not trying to say I'm no hype, 

But after killing 'gars then I know I be tight 

And I been smoking all motherfucking day 

And I'm bout to smoking for the rest of the night 

That's why my chest be hurting and I sleep so much 

And I can't remember shit 

I went to the emergency room already, I think I better quit 

[Chorus (repeat 4x)] 

[Mystikal & Trick Daddy: (talking)] 

[Chorus comes back in till fade]