Lyrics Doubie Ashtray - Devin the Dude

What you gonna do when the people go home
And you wanna smoke weed but the reefer's all gone
And somebody had the nerve to take the herb up out the doobie ashtray
Why they do me that way
What you gonna do when ya friends go home
And you wanna take a pill but ya end's all gone
Somebody had the nerve to take the herb up out my doobie ashtray
Why they do me that way

You probably don't have a big ol house on the hill
But if you did just imagine how would it feel
If your phone got disconnected, no cash, and ya gas cut off
And the gal that you had that was helping just stepped the fuck off
She took the kid, the dog, and the kitty
And everybody know you're at a low they feel pity
And what's really fucked up is now you're just normal
No more hoes, no more clothes, can't go to the show cuz it's formal
And you wonder why why why why why
And you resort to gettin high
But damn, you can't find ya stash
And you never took the time to ask yourself

W/ scratches: "Don't front, don't front"

You probably don't have a lot of money
But if you did would you find it funny
If you lent, and you spent it, and you didn't invest
Or put it in the bank so it can gain some interest
You just went and got the biggest car you could find
And a couple more just like it so your friends can follow behind
Never mind how much it costs, you copped the best weed to smoke
And for her a fur coat
You got jet skis and boats
And next thing you're broke (damn)
And the yacht that you got, it won't sail or float
You look back and try to catch someone's attention for help
You made a right at the light and they made a left and you ask yourself

Why they do me that way
Yeah
Hey hey hey
Ain't no more doobies in the tray
What you gonna do when the people go home (home home home)

Wanna smoke some weed but the reefer's all gone (gone gone gone)

What you gonna do when your friends go home
And you wanna drink a beer but your end's all gone (gone gone gone)

All gone

Uh-oh. Hehe. Shit I think I found...
I found a...
Hey! I found a bag of weed. And it...
Smells pretty motherfuckin' good
I'mma call up some more partnas man, finna smoke
Bring the cigars nigga
Ooooo Yeaaaahh Heeeey Heyy Hey Heeeeeyyya Yeyah
Told ya I can't sing man, I just be in here bullshittin'