Текст песни Smoke Witchoo - Cals feat. King Lil G

I want you to be the girl that I can go smoke with
The girl that I can go chill with
Different girls in my life but you the only one that I'm real with
Girl I'm being honest you the shit
Smokin' a blunt, giving me a kiss
AK-47 that's my clique, you know what it is
Late night sessions of weed
L.A. gun smokin' me
Bring your friend, that's cool with me
We got the dro and got the drinks
Cloud of smoke, we faded
Tellin' you how much I'm feelin' faded
No doubt about it you amazing, every time we blazin'
No drama when we in public, that's the only way a G does it
You not my girl and I'm not your man and we understand we just fuckin'
This weed is just blowin' my mind every time we kick it and spendin' the night
Kisses all over your face, all over the place all the way down to your thigh

I'd rather smoke witchoo-oo
I'd rather smoke witchoo-oo
Said I'd rather smoke witchoo x2
(Yeeeaaahhh)

I was slowley low key driving through the East Side
Comin' to see my big brother, been waiting for me at the hemp lounge
N-East L.A. that's where I fell in love
I smoked the bombest weed, we rolled the fattest blunts
I dedicate this to a woman in Royal Heights
Had my back through the coldest nights
The reason I started to rhyme
We blew smoke through the whole night (& the whole night)
Wakin' up witchoo I don't mind, and I know I'm the fuckin' best
Mob Life tatted on my chest, you know the rest
Let's chill till the sun comes up, smoke a blunt witchoo and tell you how much I miss you

I wanna kick it witchoo till the sun comes up
Slowley touch and kiss you and tell you how much I'm feelin' you
Girl that's whatchoo do

I'd rather smoke witchoo-oo
I'd rather smoke witchoo-oo
Said I'd rather smoke witchoo-oo x2
(Yeeeaaahhh)

I'd rather smoke witchoo, then fuck with a superstar
You the type of bitch to roll a blunt out of broke cigar
All those times that we fucked in the car, all those times that I took you to Mars
Late nights with this good weed, all day on the boulevard
By my side like my pistol, other bitches don't getchu
Bitch I really do miss you though
But this paper got me on the road, I've smoked a lot I'm smokin' more since I let you go
Shit this money never felt the same, I'ma always love you and Mary Jane
I be blockin' out the pain, chasin' all this Vodka with the fuckin' Champagne
Ridin' 'round my roof off, [?] just cruisin'
Shades on and my shirt off, deck a boy and my bullshit
Bitches lovin' my music, all of my tattoos and
These bitches so damn fine but these bitches just ain't you bitch