Mm, mm, mm, mm
Big lobster, big butter, country boy dip
If you ain't been to the Moon, then you ain't did shit
All the mansions and shit, you know we layed in 'em
Different countries and shit, you know we stayed in 'em
Felines when we land, all peaches
Them yachts, four, four, pink beaches
I don't fuck with no battles, I don't do that
I'ma shoot you, turn around and holler: Who that?
Ooh-wee, ooh-wee, drop-top, high trees, ooh-wee
Rattlesnake skin, kill 12
Colorblind with a snotty nose, half-face with a flat-top
Phones off, plugs all night, vision drones up
(Ooh-wee, ooh-wee) Hunt you down at your residence
Where them white be's like a Cuban in Cuba, no cigar
Caviar, Cherokee, blood in the mud like creek water
Can't kill a mutant with Holy Water
Who want smoke? Who want smoke?
Who want smoke? Who want smoke?
No cigar, no cigar
They close as fuck, but no cigar
Who want smoke? (Who?) Who want smoke? (Who?)
Who want smoke? (Who?) Who want smoke? (Who?)
No cigar (What?), no cigar (What?)
They close as fuck (Yeah), but no cigar
Montecristo Junior, nothin' but the best (The best)
We top-shelf, who want smoke? Protect your chest
Your neck, your arms, your head, yeah, all that
Man, don't think you untouchable in the land of Jack
Brrat, brrat, pull them sticks in the heat of the night
Yellow tape and white chalk be a familiar sight
Your dirty laundry broadcast on the evening news
I tried to tell 'em but wisdom is too hot for a fool
I'm from the school of excellence, master of my craft
All solid, no crumbs, hand-crafted by hand
I still don't dance, don't bite my tongue for nobody
You could either fly away or come do somethin' bout it (Uh)
Who want smoke? Who want smoke?
Who want smoke? Who want smoke?
No cigar, no cigar
They close as fuck, but no cigar
Who want smoke? (Who?) Who want smoke? (Who?)
Who want smoke? (Who?) Who want smoke? (Who?)
No cigar (What?), no cigar (What?)
They close as fuck (Yeah), but no cigar
Uh, I smoke Perdomo, hypnotic Cohiba
A leader, a teacher, a boss, a scholar, don't fall
I get fetti, the cheddar, dinero, the fella lookin' better, the jella
The Chevy is yellow, my mood is mellow, my wave say hello
So teachers of music can use it, to be a lil' business
And witness the greatness, no patience, I'm ready to service the people
My lyrics are lethal, I shit on you, fecal
I'm startin' the sequel, I'm threadin' the needle
I'm juicin' like beetles, you're closer than ever (Ayy)
You're callin' the reverend (Ayy), you praise to the heavens (Ayy)
To give 'em a lesson (Ayy), you give a confession (Ayy)
Receivin' the blessin' (Ayy), we live in the mansions (Ayy), yeah, uh
Who want smoke? (Ayy) Who want smoke?
Who want smoke? Who want smoke? (You know it)
No cigar (No cigar), no cigar (Yeah)
They close as fuck, but no cigar
Who want smoke? (Who?) Who want smoke? (Who?)
Who want smoke? (Who?) Who want smoke? (Who?)
No cigar (What?), no cigar (What?)
They close as fuck (Yeah), but no cigar
Three go hard like a saw, nothin' goodie but mob
Under the steps and dirt, there was a dungeon, no floor
Out of school or off of work or smoke a blunt and go for it
Nigga rollin' up the roaches when the shit got short
Kiss your bitch on the porch, walk her back to her car
Pat the pussy, slap her tail and tell her: See you tomorrow
Pocketbook that match the nails, she never needed a bra
I could tell that bitch was Hell, she prolly needed a father
For the record, me too, what the hell could we do?
Let your older partners raise ya, watch 'em do what they do
Now I pull over just in case I gotta snooze when I cru'
Now I know we all some babies, they was just learnin' too
I'm hula hoopin', double dutchin', kickballin' that ho
New maneuver, no discussion, fuck 'em, all of them ho
What's a dungeon? A home, home for misfits
Sleepin' on the floor then wake up when you smell somethin' lit (Git)
Who want smoke? Who want smoke?
Who want smoke? Who want smoke?
No cigar, no cigar
They close as fuck, but no cigar
Who want smoke? (Who?) Who want smoke? (Who?)
Who want smoke? (Who?) Who want smoke? (Who?)
No cigar (What?), no cigar (What?)
They close as fuck (Yeah), but no cigar
