[Verse 1] Well, what brings you to church this evenin'? Fightin' love, fightin' hate or you're fightin' your demons? Mama tried to talk to you, wouldn't kee— keep it Sad story, if I had to shoot 'em bet it's Robert Horry I know you can get comfortable with it I hit the road and had to double up my digits (Woah) My car is push-to-start, like, can you dig it? Put it in the driveway, my key in your ignition I know it get hot as hell But you'll be a bad one, I wanna smoke some I know it get hotter, yeah I wanna smoke some
[Chorus] Yeah Ooh, yeah, I wanna smoke some (I wanna smoke some) Take me to your house and let me poke some (Ooh) Type of shit I gotta focus on
[Verse 2] Heaven or Hell? It be a story to tell (Yeah) Sellin' the work, I had to push out the bales (Woah) Me and my niggas, we steady dodgin' the 12 (Uh-huh) Dodgin' the jail, don't talk on the cell (Yeah) Lean in my orange soda, I'm Kenan and Kel (Woah) And in my own corners, I trap out the mail (Uh-huh) Fuck what you talkin' 'bout and fuck your lil' scale I bet it's gon' sell, I bet it's gon' sell It's whatever with the don, you know I'm leadin' the pack (Uh) You play around, I'll bet you won't get it back (Uh) I hit your bitch, I guess you won't get it back, uh (Hahaha) I wanna smoke some (I wanna smoke some)
[Chorus] Yeah Ooh, yeah, I wanna smoke some (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Take me to your house and let me poke some (Ooh) Type of shit I gotta focus onTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
