Smoke something
I just bought me a Coupe Deville,
Took out the air bag put in a wood wheel
Now all the ATL niggas wanna jack cause I'm from Texas,
Never seen candy with the fifth on the back
I'm coming down the west end, niggas trying to jack
And bust a right Coney Island pop the trunk and started capping
Niggas was happening put they Burboun to the floor nigga
Hard to bust back but I was penetrating they doe
Nigga in PA, it's like the wild, wild west
Throwing all packed ? and we all wear vests
When the shit pop out, who gon stunt,
Nigga ain't shooting me first I fin to pop the trunk

[UGK]
These niggas keep talking like they want the funk
But niggas love to talk shit I fin to pop the trunk
Running off at they dick suckers getting it crunk
Nigga I'm high off this weed I fin to pop the trunk
Steady fronting like a man but you show me a punk
Man I knew he was a bitch I had to pop the trunk
All we really came to do is just smoke some scum
These niggas steady running me hot I'm fin to pop the trunk

[Celly Cel]
You niggas didn't know that I was outta control
Slow yo roll for I put this chopper straight to yo fo
Head you better off dead than to fuck around with psycho niggas
Don't be trying to plead yo case cuz I don't even like no niggas
In my face, trying to question me about some drama
Only answer to two people: God and my mama
Far as niggas trying to put me in the cross,
Let em holler at my bitch, Nina Ross hoe house boss
I bet you mind something in, run and tell a friend
? on the Gin, I think he said "trippin" once again
It ain't no stopping me, get at me then I'm dumping on ya,
Riding past yo funeral hanging out the window slumping on ya
You didn't know, they didn't tell you boy you better listen
While I shoot this shit before you put yourself in that position
Niggas that know me know I specialize in having bump
You can have the tail way from the shovel so we can pop the trunk

These niggas keep talking like they want the funk
Man cause his bitch chose me I fin to pop the trunk
Running off at they dick suckers getting it crunk
Cause I'm fucking yo gal I got to pop the trunk
Steady fronting like a man but you show me a punk
Nigga tried to jack my car I had to pop the trunk
All we really came to do is just smoke some scum
Smoking at the tittie bar I had to pop the trunk

[Bun B]
Under Cali's blue skies, smoking on chronicles and chocolate ties
Even when we tell the truth, the hoes we lies,
Man ain't no disguise, doing ninety week flies,
Ain't got no time for middle men and small fries,
Only money conversation and big thighs,
Let me talk to your boss man, the nigga wit the pies,
And back yo ass up and don't act so surprised,
When pistols start to cock, hands start to rise,
Nobody move too fast I advise,
Or you can catch a hot one right between ya eyes,
Recognize I done set me sights on the prize,
And put lights out with boom fifty bye, bye's,
I'm labeling my life off of rap and weed highs,
And ask my agent bout my fucking shoe size.,
But fucking wit us ain't wise,
We get crunk, we came to pop the trunk
What, the trunk

These niggas keep talking like they want the funk
I knew he was the police I had to pop the trunk
Running off at they dick suckers gettin it crunk
Man I'm sipping on ? popping the trunk
Steady fronting like a man but you show me a punk
? I had to pop the trunk
All we really came to do is just smoke some scum
To make it, make it crunk I had to pop the trunk

[Pimp C]
I know that they some bitches had to pop the trunk
California to Texas popping the trunk
UGK and Celly Cel we bout to pop the trunk
Sipping on Hennessy ? I fin to pop the trunk, bitch
Smoke somethin,
D time, PA, uh, '97
Smoke something,
Representing money, like Too $hort bitch

Writer : MARCELES MCCARVER, MARVIN WHITEMON, BERNARD J. FREEMAN, CHAD L. BUTLER
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group