[Trick Daddy inhaling]   Mystikal the joint on you nigga, hit this shit here      [Mystikal:]   I heard about you Trick brah, I know what ya'll smoke down yo' way   That bitch there smell dirty dirty, that bitch filthy      [Trick:]   It ain't 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 don't think so   I tryin' to stop smokin' (I'm tryin'),   smokin' (I'm tryin'), smokin' (I'm tryin')   I tryin' to stop smokin', but naw I don't think so      [Verse 1: (Trick Daddy)]      This time I had to get physical,   so I went and got that nigga (MYSTIKAL)   He was like (hombre), I say I got pounds in this bitch to blow   Smoke like it's yo's, nigga we'll go get some mo'   I know this dread named Fred next do' and I'm hitting' his ho   Got damn it, I'm BLOWED   Behind the wheel and I can't even see the road   Done smoked fo' Joe's and got three mo' already rolled   I shouldn't drive my shit when I'm high, I might tear it up   Shit got my eyes all red up, nigga can't even hold they head up   Got my brain waves, elevating in a daze   But I ain't afraid cause I now see life from so many ways   Done smoked up so many j's   Been high for so many days   So many ??? broke down and we roll with brown weed for days, hay, hay      [Chorus (repeat 4x)]      I'm tryin' to stop smokin' (I'm tryin'),   smokin' (I'm tryin'), smokin' (I'm tryin')   I'm tryin' to stop smokin', but naw I don't 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 ain't 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 ain't got to worry 'bout catching no motherfucking headache   under stress I be smoking on the good shit   No matter where I'm at, in a ride or at home in the studio writing   Hold ya breathe if you can't take it,   Cause if ya with me and I got motherfucker I'm lightin'   Not trying to say I'm no hype,   but after killing 'gars then I know I be tight   And I been smoking all motherfucking day   And I'm bout to smoking for the rest of the night   That's why my chest be hurting and I sleep so much   and I can't 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]