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