What?
High power smokeout part two
I thought you knew
I thought you motherfuckers knew
Haha, yeah
Real writers from the guys like Southside
Mr. motherfucking criminal homie
Yeah, yeah
You know what?
All my smokers
Spark that motherfucking weed up
Come with me
Let's smoke on them trees
Them prime niggas sacks with no C's
Come with me
Let's smoke on this weed
Till the day I die
I'll be puffin' on that chocolate tie
Come with me
Let's smoke on this weed
I got them pounds, what you need?
Come with me
Let's toke up this green
That's the way we get high
Everyday and all night
You look up in the sky
It's a bird, it's a plane
No, it's Mr. Criminal
Fading off that sticky Mary Jane
And I'm oh so high
And I don't wanna come down
And that's a daily routine
Smoking up on that sticky green
Cause I'm a cannabis fiend
All the mighty wild n' sweeties and stoners
Know what I mean
Cause it's that light green
Two crystals of THC
That got my eyes so low
With red that criminal can barely see
Without the smoking
Talking daily
Luck has it provoking
Coughing, choking
Barely focused
Stuck in what feels like hypnosis
Abracadabra
Smokin', smokin'
Damn, that's chronic and so potent
When I walk, I feel I'm floatin'
When I ride, I feel I'm cosin'
Watch these drugs turn into roast
Stuff balls turn into ash
I'm a hog
Watch me buck, puff, puff
It never pass
Face masks, dick lights
All made of crushed glass
Big fat Cuban plus
All the way to thick sacks
What?
Come with me
Let's smoke on them trees
Them prime niggas sacks with no C's

Come with me
Let's smoke on this weed
Till the day I die
I'll be puffin' on that chocolate tie
Come with me
Let's smoke on this weed
I got them pounds, what you need?
Come with me
Let's toke up this green
That's the way we get high
Every day it all dies
Got me restin' stains on my brain
And ever since I was a kid
I been smokin'
And ain't * gonna change
Even my probation officers
Can get me to stop
I might have failed on my test
But I smoked on my vibe
Even cops, when they stop me
Never fight my stats
As soon as the bus comes






Just let me pass
It's criminal lighting up half
Only smokin' on the chronic
Till the * is just trashed
I remember back in the days
I used to giggle and laugh
Get high with the homies
Talk * and back
But now we hot bosses
Let it tinted out blackjack
Studio and back at a pad label
That's prime black
Just overflowin' with smoke
And stainin' walls by the track
Fat sacks
Keep me relaxin' intact
Thank God this *'s illegal
No government tax
And when I die
Inject me with chronic
That's liquefied
So I can hit the afterlife
With an everlasting type high
Come with me
Let's smoke on this weed


Come with me
Let's smoke on this weed
Let's smoke on them trees
Them prionic sacks with no seeds
Come with me
Let's smoke on this weed
Till the day I die
I'll be puffin' on that chocolate tie
Come with me
Let's smoke on this weed
I got them pounds what you need
Come with me
Let's toke up this ring
That's the way we get high
Everyday and all night
Come with me
If you wanna smoke on this bomb *
And when I say this *
It's bombin' me
Something to tie me
Got me feelin' like
The world is full of nonsense
It's through this chronic
I stay in touch
With inner conflict
And when I say this *





Sometimes
I thank the lord for the clout
You made for me amazing
That this feeling starts
Just from dirt in the seat
Sometimes I take too many hits
I feel that I cannot breathe
Even the sick they smoke on weed
To help them fight the disease
I've been all around the globe
And smoking is all I know
Japan they call it hoppa
Jamaica they call it smoke
Even when I'm back at home
And I'm traveling on the road
From Oregon to Arizona
I'm puffin' up on that dro
All you do is smoke weed
* don't tell me
Fool I know
When I keep blazin' on the grass
Until the moment that I go
High powered smoke out
Numeral those who you know
The mighty wonder
What's in the smoke



Them motherfuckin' crimin Power

Come with me
Let's smoke on them trees
Them chronic sacks with no seeds
Come with me
Let's smoke on this weed
Till the day I die
I'll be puffin' on that chocolate tire
Come with me, let's smoke on this weed I got them pounds, what you need?
Come with me, let's toke up this ring That's the way we get high, every day and all night
Hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop Mr. Motherfuckin' Criminal, smoke out
I'm back in this bitch, organized crime
Organized crime
The marijuana with the click Mr. Criminal, do your motherfuckin' research, bitch
Hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, smoke out