Smoked Out Lyrics - Singles - Tear Da Club Up Thugs

I'm smoked out, snorted out 

Drunken and I'm blown 

I'm smoked out, snorted out 

Drunken and I'm blown 

I'm smoked out, snorted out 

Drunken and I'm blown 

I'm smoked out, snorted out 

Drunken and I'm blown 

I'm smoked out, snorted out 

Drunken and I'm blown 

I'm smoked out, snorted out 

Drunken and I'm blown 

I'm smoked out, snorted out 

Drunken and I'm blown 

I'm smoked out, snorted out 

Drunken and I'm blown 

Get the dope, chop it up 

Get the plate, I can't wait 

Fifth of Henn in my hand 

Ask for some, you too late 

Now, I'm high, really high 

Man, I'm about to shout 

I see you over there talking 

But what the fuck you talking about? 

Oh, I'm blazed in a daze 

Purple haze and ash trays 

Mac Mike, you got the light 

We green this ain't no fucking day 

Black Havana 

Craving the vapors of chronic 

DJ P with no weed and know what 

This shit is so fucking ironic 

I got them blood shot red eyes 

Look into my eyes 

Did you see a big surprise? 

Can't you tell a nigga high? 

I can fly, I can float 

Meet your boy up on the boat 

Watch me dive into the water 

Like titanic when it broke 

Yo, keep the weed coming 

Keep them drinks coming 

Niggas walking around 

In that daze like they need something 

Cream bumming, lighters flicking 

On the road their ain't no finish 

Send them back, stop in the kitchen 

Nigga, this is just the beginning 

I'm smoked out, snorted out 

Drunken and I'm blown 

I'm smoked out, snorted out 

Drunken and I'm blown 

I'm smoked out, snorted out 

Drunken and I'm blown 

I'm smoked out, snorted out 

Drunken and I'm blown 

I'm smoked out, snorted out 

Drunken and I'm blown 

I'm smoked out, snorted out 

Drunken and I'm blown 

I'm smoked out, snorted out 

Drunken and I'm blown 

I'm smoked out, snorted out 

Drunken and I'm blown 

Hearses circling my house 

With wack ass rappers in the rear 

Hella lame in my ear 

I come to ruin your career 

Vocal cords swords 

Side board more souvenir 

Skins of belly body 

Smelly death is in the atmosphere 

Peace is extinct, bloody street 

Make them steal 

Planes crash ships sink 

Every poison gets sweet 

Every enemy see 

Feel the nuclear nigga heat 

May I propose a toast? 

It's coming close to World War III 

Fright night under moonlight 

Memphis picture 

Mutilating torture pressure 

Till the Satan took ya 

I'll beat ya till there's nothing left but slop 

Feed you to the swamp 

Running through the forest like gunk 

Bloody tree trunk 

Bitch, you want a piece of this 

Might as well take the heart 

There was no love from the start 

Sprinkle body parts 

Woe onto you, my foe 

'Cause you just don't know 

Smoked out snorted drunk blown 

I'm smoked out, snorted out 

Drunken and I'm blown 

I'm smoked out, snorted out 

Drunken and I'm blown 

I'm smoked out, snorted out 

Drunken and I'm blown 

I'm smoked out, snorted out 

Drunken and I'm blown 

I'm smoked out, snorted out 

Drunken and I'm blown 

I'm smoked out, snorted out 

Drunken and I'm blown 

I'm smoked out, snorted out 

Drunken and I'm blown 

I'm smoked out, snorted out 

Drunken and I'm blown 

Got me gone off herb 

And I earn when I swerve to the curb 

For the derb and the bourbon 

Fresh out early and 

Hanging with the soldiers 

Still got the feelings that we pearling 

Show me where they working 

From the bank dawg 

Noney on a fifth of Henn 

Tell the motherfucker drink up 

Why the skunk weed starting to stank, dawg? 

Bitch, go and get some gin 

We gonna get the party cranked up 

Put your bank up 

We gonna need more 

Weefer chain 'cause our 

Cryptic addicted to weed smoke 

Get incisions of pure seeded snow 

Take a puff, choke shit of this weed dope 

And I'm off my square now 

Went and yelled out 

Where the nigga trying to get sloppier? 

Dropping ya if you trying to get us 

While we using them 

Rolling with the Three 6 mafia 

Popping ya popular 

Buck at niggas with the rock 

Close encounters of the herb kind 

Leave you sitting on the curb crying 

South side getting bucked up 

In a party with a burb mind 

We gonna tear this bitch up 

'Cause we fucked up 

Gone off that sticky 

When I zone off can't hit me 

Have me going in illusions 

Trying to get me 

Infatuated with drugs 

Smoked out, snorted out 

Drunken and blown 

Getting crunk in that mode 

Twista gotta stay high 

Smoke a skunk till I'm old 

Now, chucking like I'm sea sick 

On the front porch with the mob 

And we be thick 

Roll when you see Twista and Three 6 

Who can bog the motherfucking mind? 

Like an eclipse on the weed tip