I Wanna Smoke (Explicit)-Gangsta Pat/DFC

* send corrections to the typist And I wanna smoke... Red rum animosity and I wanna chief... I wanna smoke... and we gonna do it like this I gotta hunger for that chronic flow through my chest I need it daily and I＇m jumpy without no sess I like that lime green wrapped up tightly in a blunt And whenever there＇sa drought I＇m steady on a hunt I hit my hood feelin good I done found a sack I get a pint of yak and party till＇ I＇m layed back Call up my click and have a smoke out it＇s on again I chased that bud with that yak and let it do me in If it＇s a sin then I hope the lord will understand I gotta chief until I choke cause that＇s my daily plain Cause I＇m that all-mighty chiefer ain＇t nothin sweeter than the smell of skunk infested reefer, I＇ma believer I gots to be the first to light it up and take a pull Steadily inhalin all I can makin my lungs full I got to pass it when I choke that luv ain＇t no joke It＇s hard to cope without that aink cause I just gots to smoke!... (chorus:girl rp2x) and I wanna smoke (I wanna smoke) and I wanna smoke (I wanna smoke) I wanna chief and I wanna smoke (I wanna smoke) and I wanna smoke That can of Mrs. Chiefer gives me that vibe of the tribe, I＇m the head chiefer I love that reefer in my system, it relieves my pain And I＇m aware that it＇s doin damage to my brain But I don＇t care, I like chillin wit my eyes redd Wit chronic leaves steadily dancin all around my head I got the munchies & I＇m tripin off of everything I see High as I kite steadily rollin up a swisher sweet Sack after sack, I＇m chiefin back to back Remove them seeds, I constantly be havin aink attack Cause it＇s a need, I can＇t help it I＇m a fiend in love Hooked on that aink and I be floatin to the skies above Smokin blink it helps me think, it helps me feel at ease It keeps me calm I be spendin almost all my cheese I need that bomb in my chest I love that cess It ain＇t no joke I can＇t cope unless I got that d**e I wanna smoke!... (chorus:girl rp2x) I like to smoke my endo and get so high I blow w**d like I＇m going crazy don＇t ask me why I can＇t explain it, I＇m so addicted I＇m deep in love wit that chronic it keeps me wicked I＇m hooked on bud, I be fiendin every time I＇m sober About to die I be lovin when my g＇s come over And get me high as a mink coat Just let the aink float through the sky When I be smokin I can feel my throat gettin dry I can＇t deny I got plenty problems But only swishers and a fat sack can help me solve ＇em I ain＇t the one to be without that all-might gaunja It ain＇t no solitary doubt that I must feed my hunger Like Stevie Wonder I can＇t see into another day Espicially if I gotta face that day without no hay It ain＇t no way I gots to have it that＇s on the real That ain＇t no joke so fry it up And pass it through the field I wanna smoke (chorus till end)