Smokin' On Songtext
von Snoop Dogg & Wiz Khalifa

Aye you get high but I ain′t smoking with the rest though
Cause if it's in my joint believe that it′s the best smoke
I'm talking OG Kush from the West Coast
Watch how you hit it just one hit will burn your chest though

Cut those cameras on cause my camo's on
And my niggas backing me
Riding round town with a big ol′ bag of weed
Taylor Gang we ain′t in your faculty
Me and Snoop Dogg done created a masterpiece
Smoke all day and I'm making this cash
And we bout it bout it like Master P

Go hard, stack your cheese
Roll a joint, pass the trees
T-G-O-D, he′s the OG
Real G shit what it has to be
My real niggas gonna pop tags for me
Fake niggas gonna get bags from me
Say you just wanna shake hands with me


Same fuck nigga used to laugh at me
Now I'm riding round town in a car that you
Can′t even pronounce so you can't go fast as me
Smoking 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 balling is actually

Aye you get high but I ain't smoking with the rest though
Cause if it's in my joint believe that it′s the best smoke
I′m talking OG Kush from the West Coast
Watch how you hit it just one hit
Will burn your chest though, fo' sho′

You might get smoke but you ain't smoking what we smoking on
You might get smoke but you ain′t smoking what we smoking on
You might get smoke but you ain't smoking what we smoking on
You might get smoke but you ain′t smoking what we smoking on

Let me turn you on and turn you out

To make you feel like you really wanna feel

For real, sure will

Nigga I got that kill

You know what I got

Captain Crunch, soda pop

Light green kush cut from a bush

Mix it together, get it together

High pro glow with the hydro flow

Smoking on some shit called "I don't know"


This is the shit that was called for my

Niggas on the block with the.44 Glock oh no

Cutting 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 smoking 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 gonna get you high
Drop it, stop it, that ain't the one
We don′t even smoke that shit for fun

Aye you get high but I ain't smoking with the rest though
Cause if it′s in my joint believe that it's the best smoke
I′m talking OG Kush from the West Coast
Watch how you hit it just one hit
Will burn your chest though, fo' sho'

You might get smoke but you ain′t smoking what we smoking on
You might get smoke but you ain′t smoking what we smoking on
You might get smoke but you ain't smoking what we smoking on
You might get smoke but you ain′t smoking what we smoking on

Yeah nigga, I'm rolling up that high grade
Chilling on the porch smoking like it′s Friday
Every day of the week to Juicy J's a high day
Niggas think I′m Chinese cause my eyes straight
I pour up a six into a 20 ounce
Smoke a half ounce of kush, felt like 20 ounces
Fucked around and popped a molly now I'm high as fuck
Every chick I'm seeing Juicy screaming out "Let′s fuck"
I done popped a pill and hit the lean behind it

Where my mind somebody help me find it
Got a black and white bitch, they my mixed bitches
They keep my double cup full, OG in my swisher

Aye you get high but I ain′t smoking with the rest though
Cause if it's in my joint believe that it′s the best smoke
I'm talking OG Kush from the West Coast
Watch how you hit it just one hit
Will burn your chest though, fo′ sho'

You might get smoke but you ain′t smoking what we smoking on
You might get smoke but you ain't smoking what we smoking on
You might get smoke but you ain't smoking what we smoking on