[Intro: Ludacris]
Well, pour out the Henn' and Coke and light up that dro'
Well, pour out the Henn' and Coke and light up that dro'
L-L-L-Lire up that dro'
L-L-Light up that dro'
L-L-Light up that dro'
L-Light up that dro'
Well, pour out the Henn' and Coke and light up that dro'
[Chorus: Ludacris]
Smokin' on some Cali', smokin'-, smokin' on some Cali'
Smokin' on some Cali', smoke-, smoke-, smokin' on some Cali'
Smokin' on some Cali', smokin'-, smokin' on some Cali'
Well, pour out the Henn' and Coke and light up that dro'
[Verse 1: Birdman & Ludacris]
So light it up, and pass the thang to me
I'm fresh off parole, and I could smoke a whole P
Can smell it in my clothes, you can smell it in my seats
That's how a nigga rolls, I was raised in them streets
I'm rollin' up a sweet, I'm fillin' it with keef
I'm too high to talk, bitch, keep it real brief
If it ain't 'bout money, you ain't even gotta speak
I smoke it in a paper, Weezy smoke it in a leaf
And, nigga, I'm Stunna, I got runners
And we keep them shotguns like hunters
We smoke thunder, it put me under
I'm talkin' straight purple kush, that fungus
See I be fuckin' with them trees, 'cause I'm straight out the jungle
Keep about five pounds, and we ain't even tryna hustle
Y'all already know how that go
(Well, pour out the Henn' and Coke and light up that dro')
Well, pour out the Henn' and Coke and light up that dro'
Well, pour out the Henn' and Coke and light up that dro'
L-L-L-Lire up that dro'
L-L-Light up that dro'
L-L-Light up that dro'
L-Light up that dro'
Well, pour out the Henn' and Coke and light up that dro'
[Chorus: Ludacris]
Smokin' on some Cali', smokin'-, smokin' on some Cali'
Smokin' on some Cali', smoke-, smoke-, smokin' on some Cali'
Smokin' on some Cali', smokin'-, smokin' on some Cali'
Well, pour out the Henn' and Coke and light up that dro'
[Verse 1: Birdman & Ludacris]
So light it up, and pass the thang to me
I'm fresh off parole, and I could smoke a whole P
Can smell it in my clothes, you can smell it in my seats
That's how a nigga rolls, I was raised in them streets
I'm rollin' up a sweet, I'm fillin' it with keef
I'm too high to talk, bitch, keep it real brief
If it ain't 'bout money, you ain't even gotta speak
I smoke it in a paper, Weezy smoke it in a leaf
And, nigga, I'm Stunna, I got runners
And we keep them shotguns like hunters
We smoke thunder, it put me under
I'm talkin' straight purple kush, that fungus
See I be fuckin' with them trees, 'cause I'm straight out the jungle
Keep about five pounds, and we ain't even tryna hustle
Y'all already know how that go
(Well, pour out the Henn' and Coke and light up that dro')
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