This is for the Smokers — текст песни (Kane and Abel f Master P)

[Talking]
Somebody open a fuckin` window
I can`t fucking breath

Let`s get high tonight
Let`s get high tonight
Let`s get high tonight
Let`s get high tonight

When I ain`t got no weed my nerves get bad
This gunnu want a page `bout to score me a bag
Of that green sticky, don`t want no stems or seeds
My nigga Fiend in the front seat rollin` sum Sweets
See we like to get high Seven days a week
And weed smoke in the air, make my niggas tweak
And Snoop choppin` up some chronic in the back seat
Soulja Slim down to smoke 10 before we fall asleep
Get weight, and still wanna get high
Moby Dick commin` with that chocolate Tai

Nah, nah, this is for my smokers
My coke lovin` snorters
My niggas flippin` quarters
Uhh we smokers, we oughta
Nah, nah, this is for my smokers
My coke lovin` snorters
The niggas stay flippin` quarters
We smoke, cus we oughta

Two things I`m gun` do, get high and die
Shirt smellin` like sess, momma askin` why
Red eyes, burnt lips, brown finger tips
You chokin` like you `bout to die, lemme hit that shit
I need weed to proceed, you hoes acting stuck up
But bitch I want some pussy, when we get fucked up
Just me and my niggas gettin` higha than a motherfucka
Stop at the store, mouth drya than a mothafucka
Half of pound of stress, put that chest to the test
Throw your nigga a gun, cus tonight`s the smoke fest

Why, why this is for my smokers
My coke lovin` snorters
My niggas stay flippin` quarters
Uhh we smokers, we oughta
Uhh, uhh, this is for my smokers
My coke lovin` snorters
My niggas stay flippin` quarters
We smoke, cus we oughta