All They Wanna Do Lyrics

All They Wanna Do lyrics

[Hook]

All they wanna do is smoke ya weed up

Smoke ya weed up, smoke ya weed up

All they wanna do is smoke ya weed up

Smoke ya weed up, smoke ya weed up



[Verse 1]

What's up with these hoes these days, they with that shit

If they know a nigga got some fire weed, they on his dick

You askin' for some pussy, now you know they gon' clown

Comin' around with the Swisher Sweets already broke down

In the Mound with some bad bitches, they chose us

Cause they see we clockin' mad riches, them hoes bust

Out the box of Optimos, I started to roll

Up a couple of blunts while they took off they clothes

They be guns up my nose, we smoke a whole sack

Every time I pass a blunt, another one's comin' back

We smoked until it was all gone, they want some mo'

Hear that, they put they clothes on

Talkin' bout, we'll be back, we fixin' to go to the store

I knew we was gonna see them triflin' hoes no mo'

It's all good cause that shit there happens all the time

Yes indeed, as soon as the weed gone they ready to leave, cause see...



[Hook x2]



[Verse 2]

I got a page on my beeper from Kiesha, she gotta room

Mess of friends and a dime of niggas, we comin' through

And the weed man call me back

Ya know I can't even move without that chronic sack and that's a fact

My nigga hit me and we dropped an ounce

Stopped by the store, got some Swishers now it's time to bounce

When we got to the room them hoes was half naked

I'm seein' t-shirts and panties thinkin' I got some records

I pulled an ounce of that green and them hoes said ahhh

Started flockin' and jockin' me like I was a star

I started smokin' and chokin' them hoes was lookin' good

And see this shit make me horny, my dick was hard as wood

We smoked up an ounce now the weed is gone

So I turned out the lights, it's time to get it on

I'm tryin' to hop in the bed with something super status

Soon as we asked for some pussy them hoes would have zapped us

And no doubt, cause see...



[Hook x2]



[Verse 3]

That's why a nigga like me ain't fixin' to do shit for these hoes

But that's alright cause see I got a lil' trick for these hoes

I keep two kinds a weed, one's the ink then ones the babbage

My niggas gon' smoke the chronic, these hoes gon' smoke this cabbage

Now we up in the studio droppin' some tracks

Got bitches off in the back, my nigga rollin' the sack

Twist that babbage for them hoes nigga

And take it back to them stupids and gold diggers

Let em' smoke all night, see how that make them feel

They could have been blowin' chronic if they kept it real

Now I hear em' complainin' sayin' they can't get high, they still sober

But that shit be smokin' lil' mama ain't never seen that much doja

I told them to the front like

I'm on that ink so you know I feel kind of slight

I told them bitches get the fuck out and don't come back

Unless you bring ya own motherfuckin' chronic sack

And that's a fact, cause see...



[Hook repeated to end]