Smoke The Pain Away Memphis Bleek (Ft. Denim (Roc-A-Fella))

[Intro: Memphis Bleek]
**Laughing**
Yo, these niggas [?] [?]
Yo chill out, man, y'all niggas buggin'
Yeah I'm high, nigga
Fuck you talkin' 'bout, ah ha ha ha ha

[Verse 1: Memphis Bleek]
Yo
Yo, I ain't the type that'll move from stress
No seeds, no sticks, that's all I twist
I twist backwoods up, that's what's up
When I come to your town better have some bud
I graduated grads, got my diploma
I could tell by your aroma you smokin' on Arizona
But you ain't got no Cali Kush
You smokin' on that backyard bush
Quiet is kept like hush, plus
You ain't never had no Florida Cripy that'd have you trippin'
Room start spinning, you beginning to get paranoid, start hearing noises
Can't forget about the Chitown 'dro that's why they say it's the windy city, ladies could blow
Got a connect everywhere I go, never catch me with less than an O, you know

[Chorus: Memphis Bleek & Denim]
You got stress in your life then we smoking tonight
My ladies
Gimme a light
Ladies
Gimme a light
Ladies
Gimme a light
Niggas twist something up if you don't give a fuck if the Cali Kush got you stuck
My niggas
Gimme a light
Niggas
Gimme a light