Smoke Out Lyrics - This Is The Shack - The Dove Shack

High life 

Nigga I thought you knew 

So roll up the bud and dont forget about the brew 

We havin a smoke out in the back of the MC 

But lets do this kinda fast 

Hit that muthafucka bout two times and pass it 

To the left hand side 

On top of the clouds lookin over the mad ass Eastside 

Which is home, to this Dove Shack 

And buddha pack, and doja sack, and the cloudy cat, I'm mackin 

And we rollin through the hood with the humps and the rumps 

Japanese eyes, describes the effects of the blunt 

They rollin sack after sack its gettin ridiculous 

I'm twisted so much, my name should be licorice 

Ticklish describes the senses 

Mind's on blank, so fuck the reminiscese about the past 

Ship that shit to the front 

Paraphenilia, stand here from zig zags to buddha pipes to blunts 

Chumps, ain't allowed in the ride 

Sometimes proper bitches gotta wait outside 

A white tint, and imprinted from the indo 

AC, is blowin on my way to the studio 

You ain't gotta be no thug, to love 

That upliftin feelin connected to the bud 

That you can purchase in these wild city streets 

But if you got somethin on it, join the smoke out in my backseat 

They havin a smoke out in my backseat 

Yo nigga pass the bud like we used to do 

They havin a smoke out in my backseat 

I dont mind if I take a toke or two 

They havin a smoke out in my backseat 

Yo nigga pass the bud like we used to do 

They havin a smoke out in my backseat 

Pass it on, pass it on 

Yeah, pass it to me C 

Suck one, suck two, now I'm feelin high as you 

So roll up the windows tight 

Because I might roll up a whole half 

I want the contact from the dove shack 

Oh I haven't told ya, no need for the zig zags 

Pass me the blunt and split it 

Hit it now admit it 

You as high as fuck 

Your eyes are closin up 

Now tell me whats up, is it the bomb 

As the atmosphere swells up with smoke 

And remember, two hits and pass 

And I'm watchin yo ass 

So you wont take more than you supposed to 

Headin to Cerritos 

To get the blunt thats crunchy like Doritos 

Speakin of Doritos 

I supposed to stop at 19 store in and out 

And here we go, down Atlantic don't panic 

I know the doja got you tweakin in the back seat 

So meet me half way across the seat 

And pass it back to me 

And light up another one BLOUNT fool 

They havin a smoke out in my backseat 

Yo nigga pass the bud like we used to do 

They havin a smoke out in my backseat 

I dont mind if I take a toke or two 

They havin a smoke out in my backseat 

Yo nigga pass the bud like we used to do 

They havin a smoke out in my backseat 

Pass it on, pass it on 

Okay, who got the Zig Zags aka rollin papers 

Twisted on these, twisted enough gain on enough caper 

For some ends and some skills whichever comes first 

Or better yet get smoked out until my lungs burst 

With the flowed up AC low chronic flowin 

Summertime in the LBC through the 12th a blowin 

I got that bud, what? 

I give them love, what? 

The fat ass dove, yeah 

You thought that cool, oooh 

The fattest doja dimes one has eva seen 

And nigga sucks for all you broke ass indo fiends 

In them 50-packs for them nasty ass blunts 

I do smoke grass but I dont smoke no ones tree stump 

So pass me the white pack, the orange or even blue 

Matter a fact them newspapers over there will do 

And as we slide, four deep to the Eastside 

A clouds of smoke fill the inside of my ride why 

They havin a smoke out in my backseat 

Yo nigga pass the bud like we used to do 

They havin a smoke out in my backseat 

I dont mind if I take a toke or two 

They havin a smoke out in my backseat 

Yo nigga pass the bud like we used to do 

They havin a smoke out in my backseat 

Pass it on, pass it on 

Yo nigga pass the bud like we used to do 

I dont mind if I take a toke or two 

Yo nigga pass the bud like we used to do 

Yo pass it on, pass it on 

Got just brought it out 

Got just twist it out 

With that lighter 

Back in the old days 

We gotta pass the bud like we used to do