Tytuł: Tryin' to Stop Smokin'

• Wykonawca: Trick Daddy
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[Trick Daddy inhaling]
  Mystikal the joint on you nigga, hit this shit here
  
  [Mystikal:]
  I heard about you Trick brah, I know what ya'll smoke down yo' way
  That bitch there smell dirty dirty, that bitch filthy
  
  [Trick:]
  It ain't gone kill you nigga
  
  [Mystikal:]
  Say dog I smoke that, I smoke chronic, you need to stop
  
  [Chorus:]
  
  I tryin' to stop smokin', smokin', smokin'
  I tryin' to stop smokin', but naw I don't think so
  I tryin' to stop smokin' (I'm tryin'),
  smokin' (I'm tryin'), smokin' (I'm tryin')
  I tryin' to stop smokin', but naw I don't think so
  
  [Verse 1: (Trick Daddy)]
  
  This time I had to get physical,
  so I went and got that nigga (MYSTIKAL)
  He was like (hombre), I say I got pounds in this bitch to blow
  Smoke like it's yo's, nigga we'll go get some mo'
  I know this dread named Fred next do' and I'm hitting' his ho
  Got damn it, I'm BLOWED
  Behind the wheel and I can't even see the road
  Done smoked fo' Joe's and got three mo' already rolled
  I shouldn't drive my shit when I'm high, I might tear it up
  Shit got my eyes all red up, nigga can't even hold they head up
  Got my brain waves, elevating in a daze
  But I ain't afraid cause I now see life from so many ways
  Done smoked up so many j's
  Been high for so many days
  So many ??? broke down and we roll with brown weed for days, hay, hay
  
  [Chorus (repeat 4x)]
  
  I'm tryin' to stop smokin' (I'm tryin'),
  smokin' (I'm tryin'), smokin' (I'm tryin')
  I'm tryin' to stop smokin', but naw I don't think so
  
  [Train effects]
  
  [Verse 2: Mystikal]
  
  I be puffing like a choo-choo train
  Nigga with the bonafied smokers on my team
  I got the urge for light green,
  the same way a fiend crave for ice cream
  Smoke that, what track that, shit we ain't rollin' to be looking at
  So much smoke becoming out the window
  bitches in the next car saying daddy what that
  We be smoking on the green,
  give me fifty dollar ??? I be coming in the hood
  But you ain't got to worry 'bout catching no motherfucking headache
  under stress I be smoking on the good shit
  No matter where I'm at, in a ride or at home in the studio writing
  Hold ya breathe if you can't take it,
  Cause if ya with me and I got motherfucker I'm lightin'
  Not trying to say I'm no hype,
  but after killing 'gars then I know I be tight
  And I been smoking all motherfucking day
  And I'm bout to smoking for the rest of the night
  That's why my chest be hurting and I sleep so much
  and I can't remember shit
  I went to the emergency room already, I think I better quit
  
  [Chorus (repeat 4x)]
  
  [Mystikal & Trick Daddy: (talking)]
  
  [Chorus comes back in till fade]