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Song title: Trick Daddy - Tryin' To Stop Smokin'

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(trick daddy inhaling)
Mystikal the joint on you nigga, hit this shit here

Mystikal:
I heard about you trick brah, I know what yall smoke down yo way
That bitch there smell dirty dirty, that bitch filthy

Trick:
It aint gone kill you nigga

Mystikal:
Say dog I smoke that, I smoke chronic, you need to stop

Chorus:

I tryin to stop smokin, smokin, smokin
I tryin to stop smokin, but naw I dont think so
I tryin to stop smokin (Im tryin),
Smokin (Im tryin), smokin (Im tryin)
I tryin to stop smokin, but naw I dont think so

Verse 1: (trick daddy)

This time I had to get physical,
So I went and got that nigga (mystikal)
He was like (come from), I say I got pounds in this bitch to blow
Smoke like its yos, nigga well go get some mo
I know this dread named fred next do and Im hitting his ho
Got damn it, Im blowed
Behind the wheel and I cant even see the road
Done smoked fo joes and got three mo already rolled
I shouldnt drive my shit when Im high, I might tear it up
Shit got my eyes all red up, nigga cant even hold they head up
Got my brain waves, elevating in a daze
But I aint afraid cause I now see life from so many ways
Done smoked up so many js
Been high for so many days
So many ? ? ? broke down and we roll with brown weed for days, hay, hay

Chorus (repeat 4x)

Im tryin to stop smokin (Im tryin),
Smokin (Im tryin), smokin (Im tryin)
Im tryin to stop smokin, but naw I dont think so

(train effects)

Verse 2: mystikal

I be puffing like a choo-choo train
Nigga with the bonafied smokers on my team
I got the urge for light green,
The same way a fiend crave for ice cream
Smoke that, what track that, shit we aint rollin to be looking at
So much smoke becoming out the window
Bitches in the next car saying daddy what that
We be smoking on the green,
Give me fifty dollar ? ? ? I be coming in the hood
But you aint got to worry bout catching no motherfucking headache
Under stress I be smoking on the good shit
No matter where Im at, in a ride or at home in the studio writing
Hold ya breathe if you cant take it,
Cause if ya with me and I got motherfucker Im lightin
Not trying to say Im no hype,
But after killing gars then I know I be tight
And I been smoking all motherfucking day
And Im bout to smoking for the rest of the night
Thats why my chest be hurting and I sleep so much
And I cant remember shit
I went to the emergency room already, I think I better quit

Chorus (repeat 4x)

Mystikal & trick daddy: (talking)

Chorus comes back in till fade