Bushwick Bill - Inhale Exhale lyrics

[Intro: Bushwick Bill & Menace Clan] (n***as wanna smoke) Oh my f**ing goodness (n***as wanna smoke Bill, I'm tellin' you man) Ehehehehe Oh boy (You understand, get f**ed up, you know what I'm sayin') (Treat this sh** like you know, you know how we do n***a) Goin' off around here Ehehehehahaha (I don't even where n***a, f** that, n***a) Goin' off around here (Nah n***a) Y'all come back now ya hear? (Smoke this sh** right here) (Check this out) [Verse 1: Menace Clan] Look what I did I scored a lid Now I'm high as f** Cause I smoked it deep down my throat Damn near bust a gut What the f**? Thought I heard a truck crash, through my room Damn near pissed my Fruit of the Looms, man n***a you be tweakin' Every weekend we have smoke-outs, choke-outs What I tell ya about smokin' that sh**? Pa** it to me, so I can take a hit (alright) Inhale, find my brain cells Exhale, light another joint Oh well, I'm not Bill Clinton So I just... [Chorus: Menace Clan] (Inhale) Until I'm feeling smoke 'Til my mind feels high (Exhale) When I'm always 'bout the choke [Verse 2: Bushwick Bill] (Smoke some) Can't get none This one got my name on it I'm Bushwickin' Bill Roll another, smoke together I'm gon' k** this one I've got to get my mind tight So I can bust this sh** right Can't see the stage through the fog [Verse 3: Menace Clan] I stepped into a cloud of smoke Choke, I get f**ed up off gin Then, do it again Now I'm drinking Hennessy Menace C-L-A-N Hittin' endo Po' mo' drink into my f**ing cup If you look at my eyes You can see that I'm f**ed up But can I hit that? I'm with that six-pack That sh** that you smokin' too Ooh, that's endo I'm from South-Central We smoke good sh** n***a, you can't see me in rappin' You smokin' bullsh** I'm down with Bushwick Took sh** to the other level of the game When I get high off mary jane Cause I just... [Chorus x2] [Verse 4: Menace Clan] All of the smoke You got my vote on another one Chri-zon got me floatin' Smokin' with the Jetsons Every second is an hour Every hour is a century I'm from South-Central So ya know I'm thinking vi-lent-ly Chri-zon, whi-zon Got this sh** like Vietnam n***as blastin' sh**, leaving it like napalm Hit it, then pa** it back I'm on this sh** like crack You lucky that you smokin' fool This my only bag muthaf**a So why you wanna s** sh** up? [Verse 5: Bushwick Bill] I don't give a f** You made mistakes before Now it's in the hands of Chuckwick I've got to get my sh** lit You know I'm not gon' pa** it So why the f** you askin'? Ain't nothin' happenin' Ya best to blaze ya own guz Cause I'm the last muthaf**a that ever wanna trust With them herbals I give them fools verbal lectures Can this ghetto boy get high off this k**a here in Texas? (Ya eyes are bloodshot) You blood clot, I love pot I smoke up all that k**in' I took yo' spot And I won't spot Bad-um, why ask why do I get high when I get high? When I'm done I just come back and I get high as I... [Chorus x4] [Outro] No muthaf**in' joke