
I Wanna Smoke Gangsta Pat (Ft. Psycho)
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[Hook]
I wanna roll, wanna chief, wanna smoke me a blunt
I wanna get fucked up
Wanna smoke (Wanna smoke)
Wanna choke (Wanna smoke)
Wanna get fucked up
[Verse 1: Gangsta Pat]
I'm rolling up so many blunts, mane
I'm smokin' and chokin' 'em back to back
Come on and blink
Oh no, I just think, I'm having another ink attack
I like to smoke so much weed, it's a need
I gotta have bud in my system, black
Laid back with a Yac and a sack of indo in my Cadillac
Seville, as I chill, I suppose where the hoes, mane, I'm so high
I feel like I'm about to float up in the clouds and touch the sky
The chronic has got me so dazed, it's amazing
I wanna smoke until I pass out, get the mask out
And let me hit it until this chronic knocks my ass out
I'ma crash out and sleep until morning, I'm yawning
So what can I say, mane, for a day, mane
I don't think that I can even go without smoking hay, mane
So pass me a swisher and let me spit the middle and fill it with weed
And lick it and light it and chief it and pass it around to my crew, 'cause I know that you need
RedRum, niggas smoke bud by the pound, and it's all good
In the hood we chillin' and chiefing, hanging out in the broken wood
My nigga, I figure, I need more weed, so that I can choke
I'm fiendin' and dreamin' about that chronic I wanna smoke
I wanna roll, wanna chief, wanna smoke me a blunt
I wanna get fucked up
Wanna smoke (Wanna smoke)
Wanna choke (Wanna smoke)
Wanna get fucked up
[Verse 1: Gangsta Pat]
I'm rolling up so many blunts, mane
I'm smokin' and chokin' 'em back to back
Come on and blink
Oh no, I just think, I'm having another ink attack
I like to smoke so much weed, it's a need
I gotta have bud in my system, black
Laid back with a Yac and a sack of indo in my Cadillac
Seville, as I chill, I suppose where the hoes, mane, I'm so high
I feel like I'm about to float up in the clouds and touch the sky
The chronic has got me so dazed, it's amazing
I wanna smoke until I pass out, get the mask out
And let me hit it until this chronic knocks my ass out
I'ma crash out and sleep until morning, I'm yawning
So what can I say, mane, for a day, mane
I don't think that I can even go without smoking hay, mane
So pass me a swisher and let me spit the middle and fill it with weed
And lick it and light it and chief it and pass it around to my crew, 'cause I know that you need
RedRum, niggas smoke bud by the pound, and it's all good
In the hood we chillin' and chiefing, hanging out in the broken wood
My nigga, I figure, I need more weed, so that I can choke
I'm fiendin' and dreamin' about that chronic I wanna smoke
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