just want somebody to smoke with (who said that?) [x2] Stuck up on this thing With no fucking gains I just want somebody to smoke with (who said that?) (well i said that) [Violent J
want somebody to smoke with (who said that?) [x2] Stuck up on this thing With no fucking gains I just want somebody to smoke with (who said that?) (well i said that) [Violent J
with me a lot, he's like a brother Violent J's in this motherfucker (I like that kid Violent J) Hey Moe! (What's up?) How ya doin today? (Just great Shags
Violent J: No! You're gonna get fuckin busted She'll break out with DNA on that ass She'll fuckin' use florensic science Whatever it takes, you
can never tell We might sharing a cell in hell Cause, my last request was Let my homies smoke my ashes and catch a Violent J buzz One more thing before
fiend Down with Nicotine And my homie M-O-N-O Wrap you with Cellophane And I cut the head off the Devil Unstoppable, got shine like Violent J Nobody standing
MC's They call that one dude Daddy-X Cause he's like fifty-three (Chorus x2 - Violent J & Esham & Shaggy 2 Dope) Burn, black smoke fills the sky
with 2nd Hand sec, this on? 2nd Hand Smoke, yeah yeah 2nd Hand Smoke Alright ladies and gentlemen prepare yourself This is Twiztid, 2nd Hand Smoke You
ride Ridin' through the hood with my homies Gettin' smoked out In da summa Pimpin' my grooves, we got to ride Ridin' through the hood with my homies Gettin' smoked
you ain't got enough Always smoke with your road dogs, don't be shy Cause when a drought comes, he might be yo main supply Me and J steady smokin' pounds
you ain't got enough Only smoke with your road dogs, don't be shy Cause when a drought comes he might be yo main supply Me and J steady smoking pounds
anybody (yes) I told 'em that I did and was warm and bloody I'm Violent J, I'll be around until my dieng day On tour smoking bud, and eating Flying J
[Violent J:] A black sand storm is approaching the metropolis Sucking up sunlight it moves ontop of us Beaches of black sand are littered with dead fish
like to hang with the hookers and wine-os And let them give me tats with they heroin needles (what? I love to kiss on the bitches with bad breath And
your judgement day I like to hang with the hookers and whynos And let them give me tats with their heroine needles, whut?
Violent J:] It was a dark and stormy night, when five children of the Lotus crept into a local cemetery, their intentions were nothing more than to smoke
struggle every day, success is far from fuckin free Unless you plucked it from a tree, with J and ICP Shaggy 2 Dope and Violent J Refuse to Lose! Livin
