[Intro: Lloyd Banks & 50 Cent]
I know, I ain't supposed to smoke in here
But Mr. Bouncer Man, don't put your motherfuckin' hands on me
(Can I get high) without you botherin' me
Everybody you see in here tonight's
Doin' the same thing, so why you keep player hatin' on me?
(Can I get high) without you botherin' me
Aye, did you hit this shit?
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
That la lah-lah, I be smokin'
Be gettin' me right, I be loc'n
Them bullshit trees you be rollin'
Barely gives you a buzz, me I get HIGH!
That la lah-lah, I be smokin'
Be gettin' me right, I be loc'n
Them bullshit trees you be rollin'
Barely gives you a buzz, me I get HIGH!
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
I admit I got a problem, I keep comin' back for these
Doe-doe bags, and not your 'gnac or your sack of seeds
I chill, sit back on the sofa and relax my knees
And roll one up loose enough to make the backwards breathe
I blow a heavy load, you can subtract some G's
Cause I'm a smoker, too much of this to choke ya
I don't mean to provoke ya, but I'm a bad influence
A musician can't operate without his instruments
My recent success rapidly got your bitch convinced
Haters mad they can't look inside cause I pitched the tints
I enter the club with baggies of that chocolate
The secondhand smoke'll make a nigga wanna start shit
Sometimes I think 'bout where the niggas from the start went
Raise up a lighter and fuck up the whole apartment
It's just one of them things that I do with my spare time
My bad habits ain't private, so I'mma share mine
I know, I ain't supposed to smoke in here
But Mr. Bouncer Man, don't put your motherfuckin' hands on me
(Can I get high) without you botherin' me
Everybody you see in here tonight's
Doin' the same thing, so why you keep player hatin' on me?
(Can I get high) without you botherin' me
Aye, did you hit this shit?
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
That la lah-lah, I be smokin'
Be gettin' me right, I be loc'n
Them bullshit trees you be rollin'
Barely gives you a buzz, me I get HIGH!
That la lah-lah, I be smokin'
Be gettin' me right, I be loc'n
Them bullshit trees you be rollin'
Barely gives you a buzz, me I get HIGH!
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
I admit I got a problem, I keep comin' back for these
Doe-doe bags, and not your 'gnac or your sack of seeds
I chill, sit back on the sofa and relax my knees
And roll one up loose enough to make the backwards breathe
I blow a heavy load, you can subtract some G's
Cause I'm a smoker, too much of this to choke ya
I don't mean to provoke ya, but I'm a bad influence
A musician can't operate without his instruments
My recent success rapidly got your bitch convinced
Haters mad they can't look inside cause I pitched the tints
I enter the club with baggies of that chocolate
The secondhand smoke'll make a nigga wanna start shit
Sometimes I think 'bout where the niggas from the start went
Raise up a lighter and fuck up the whole apartment
It's just one of them things that I do with my spare time
My bad habits ain't private, so I'mma share mine
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