Ludacris What You Smokin On Lyrics

Ludacris What You Smokin On Lyrics

(Ft. Wiz Khalifa)

[Intro]
What you smokin on nigga, what you smokin' on?
What you smokin' on bitch, what you smokin' on?
I get so high

[Ludacris]
I've fallen and I can't get up
Somebody wake me up!
So high but my eyelids low, feelin like
I'm in a coma, better shake me up
What you wanna do Luda? Shit, roll up
Might as well. AK-47 to the head
And we ain't dead, we just high as hell
You may know it as weed, grass, marijuana
Cannabis sativa. You may call it cheeba
Maybe reefer, Wiz Khalifa
Smoking on white moonshine or that anthrax or that blue dream
Spray a little cologne and my clothes smelling like
Versace Blue Jeans
While y'all smoking that huff weed, that dirt shit
That raga muff, I'm smoking on that home grown
and then pass out cause I dun had enough!
of that sour diesel, that Northern Lights and that killer Cali
You see me out in Oahu, Honolulu, smoking that Maui-wowy

[Hook]
Don't fret, you niggas need a better connect
You need to get your status up
Y'all smoke that stress, we smoke that shit
That won the Cannabis Cup
Now I'm higher than a satellite
Eating everything like a parasite
Now we in the streets looking for the baddest dyke
To run a midnight train train like Gladys Knight
I'm higher than the prices of petrol
Higher than the balloon that you let go
Cause I'm smoking that loud in a middle of a crowd
and the loud is really louder than techno
I got my weed card on the way to the store to get medicinal marijuana
Luda! Study more Buddha than the Dalai Lama
Grand daddy purp, bubble gum or the OG kush
White widow or the G-13, that Irene got your homies shook
But that Jack Herer and the headband got my homies wild
and that Blueberry yum yum's that fiiiire.

[Hook]

[Wiz Khalifa]
Smoking on something grown at home
Sunken blowin O's
Nigga I'm from PGH but all my weed from Californ
Can't find the remote control: that's how you know I'm stoned
All you do is call me, I got all the weed, the papers, bongs
Brownies, tripy sticks and vaporizers, we could smoke a bowl
All these niggas smoking weed around me: it's a smoke-a-thon
Crowded and my whip is partly cloudy cause we smoking strong
You say you can't smoke them joints? Probably cause you rolled it wrong
My dollar's up, I'm getting up and I'm folding it
I'm lighting em, I'm hitting em, not holding it
I'm passing em straight to Ludacris and he's smoking it
Security and a nigga that own the bitch..

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Akon Feat Ludacris Drop Down Lyrics

Akon Feat Ludacris Drop Down Lyrics

[Akon]
I heard ya’ll n-ggas on that fly sh-t
Yeah that trap or die sh-t
thrown on the block don’t let it get too hot
And moving that “get you high sh-t”
Me I’m in that cockpit
On my suit and tie sh-t
Tryna cash it and ready or not tryna get up in them pockets
Fully packed up and holy
Best believe that it’s loaded
Telling you now brother
Try that sh-t and your casket will be closed ay
a hundred stacks and we throw it
Ain’t none of it stolen
And if you think you gon’ take from us
Well we’ll point at ya and blow it so..

[Hook]
Look out and drop down low now
Look out and drop down low now
Look out and drop down low now
Look out and drop down low now
Look out and drop down low now
Look out and drop down low now
Look out and drop down low now
Look out and drop down low now

[Chorus]
Don’t bother nobody
Unless they bring a fight to my party
Well then hey
That means they’re asking for it
They’re asking for it
Like I’m asking her to break it on down (look out, look out)
Break it on down (look out, look out)
Break it on down (look out, look out)
Break it on down (look out, look out)

[Ludacris]
Ha look out guess who it is
That n-gga from Atlanta
Where the best do it is
So get your money together and bet who it is
Cause when it comes to spitting lyrics I’m the best in the business
Go by the name of Luda
The industry intruder
Collipark Park G.A.
Where the hustlas stay and the criminals rob us, shoot us
On the corner with the keys in hand
We’ll leave you where you stand
We’ll lift you off your feet and make you fly like Peter Pan
Don’t make no sudden moves
Or I’ll squeeze my southern tools
While I’m with my southern b-tch
26 inches no southern shoes
I ride out slide out
Groupies cry they eyes out
Cause I’m making the kind of paper that dope boys get when they bring them pies out
Wasn’t born with a silver spoon
So recognize when you hear that tune
You better drop down low when you hear that
When you hear that
Hear that boom

[Hook]

[Chorus]

[Akon - Verse 3]
I know that you like it
Your body’s what I’m enticed with
Move around like you work it girl
But that ain’t you in the slightest
Love the way that she hide it
Says she want me inside it
Baby girl got the Superwoman
And I’m a cryptonite it
She feeling so weak
Made her drop to her knees
Got a taste of this ?
taller than all of your trees
She’ll pin me down to my seat
and rolling hips to the beat
I had to come and take full control
And show her how it’s gon’ be
And told her

[Hook]

[Chorus]

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