Sesshead Funk Junky - MC Breed, 8Ball, MJG

Smoke, smoke with me tonight

(A sesshead funk junky, oh)

Smoke, smoke with me tonight

(A sesshead funk junky, oh)

Time for me to smoke, blaze a spliff of hay

Got no time for the stress so don’t bring it my way

I’m the god of smoke, the almighty chiefer

Roll another spliff so I can make you a believer

Choke as I smoke as I reach for my 4-O

Beeper going off but my weed come before hoes

Mary Jane, I’m in love with this hoe

Ain’t no pussy in the world that can fuck with that indo

First, take a blunt, cut it down the middle

Why do I smoke blunts?

‘Cause papers are too little

Fill it to capacity, lick ‘em up and stick ‘em up

Dry it you’re your lighter then fire it up and take a puff

Straight to a nigga’s brain, that’s what made me a junkie

It keeps my head bobbin' to whatever sounding funky

If I was down with Nancy Reagan, I’d say no to drugs

But I’m in Orange Mound with the pimps and killer thugs

All my niggas drink ‘gnac and smoke hella weed (Really?)

Well, t-Money is the only nigga drug-free

But me, I’m like an Energizer battery

Still smoking and smoking and smoking and smoking…

Smoke, smoke with me tonight

(A sesshead funk junky, oh)

Smoke, smoke with me tonight

(A sesshead funk junky, oh)

Can I be a funk junky?

(Yes, you can)

Can I be a funk junky?

(Of course, you can)

Can I be a funk junky?

(Yes, you can)

Can I be a funk junky?

(Of course, you can)

Come on, can I be a funk junky?

(Yes, you can)

Can I be a funk junky?

(Of course, you can)

Can I, can I be a funk junky?

(Yes, you can)

Now can I be a funk junky?

(Of course, you can)

Check it out, uh

Now my daddy told me, «Boy, don’t be swinging on your own nuts»

But, my nuts are the only nuts that I have to own up to

So what in the fuck is a nigga to do

When I make more money when I’m hanging with the crew?

Now I’m like, um, hell yeah, open up the door

‘Cause it’s the B-R, we are comin' at you once more

With this ill flow, real flow, light another joint so

Me and my niggas can straight to the point and anoint

Any muthafucka who wants to be down and see

It’s so many niggas wanna be G’s now

Freeze froze and close doors on those

Wannabe pros knowing that they hoes

‘Cause it’s Breed with the funkdafied fried lied laid to the side

Pass the joint and I’m tired type shit

Split me a blunt and fill it up with dank

Don’t ask me if I’m smoking, what the fuck you think?

Smoke, smoke with me tonight

(A sesshead funk junky, oh)

Smoke, smoke with me tonight

(A sesshead funk junky, oh)

Give me a chance to enhance on this muthafuckin' reefer

Let me teach a young bitch how to smoke ‘til she choke

One puff got her fiendin' for a whole sack

Can’t hold back on the indo and don’t try to pretend no

Nigga ain’t ever had the tip of his blunt in your nose

About to let the smoke roll

Baby, I’m a 24−7 bud smoking poet

You should know it ‘cause the red in my eyes show it

King Edward of the hood

Quarter-pound toting, big smoking going on in the Backwoods

I got the mask, Breed got the bomb

Ball got the chief and the liquor it’s reached

And we each got love for the Capital W

Double-E-D as we talks to the industry

80 Proof in my hand as I stand

Gotta go to the wall ‘cause I think I’m ‘bout to fall

After all this getting fucked up

Nigga still got a pound in the closet and a halfway-full cup

So what’s up with the worldwide bud lovers?

Smoke one with the sesshead funk brothers

Step right up, son, hit me with a shotgun

But buckle up, you’ve gotta take one to give one

And that’s the way it gotta be

MJG, full of that muthafuckin' sess tree

Smoke, smoke with me tonight

(A sesshead funk junky, oh)

Smoke, smoke with me tonight

(A sesshead funk junky, oh)

Smoke, smoke with me tonight

(A sesshead funk junky, oh)

Smoke, smoke with me tonight

(A sesshead funk junky, oh)