Sesshead Funk Junky

Lyrics for Sesshead Funk Junky

Smoke, smoke with me tonight (A sad ass funk junkie, oh) Smoke, smoke with me tonight (A sad ass funk junkie, 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 fo' oh Beeper going off but my weed come in four hoes Mary Jane, I'm in love with this ho 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 with 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 bobbing 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 drank yak and smoked 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 sad ass funk junkie, oh) Smoke, smoke with me tonight (A sad ass funk junkie, oh) Can I be a funk junkie? Yes, you can Can I be a funk junkie? Of course, you can Can I be a funk junkie? Yes, you can Can I be a funk junkie? Of course, you can Come on, can I be a funk junkie? Yes, you can Can I be a funk junkie? Of course, you can Tell me, can I be a funk junkie? Yes, you can How can I be a funk junkie? Of course, you can Check it out, uh Now my daddy told me, "Boy, don't be swangin' on your own nuts" But my nuts are the only nuts that I have to own up To, so what in the fuck's a nigga to do? But to make more money when I make it with the crew Now I'm like um, hell yeah Open up the do' 'cause it's the B-R, we are Coming at you once more with this ill flow, real flow Light another joint so Me and my niggas can get straight to the point and anoint Any motherfucker who wants to be down, let's see It's so many niggas wanna be G's now Freeze, frozen, closed doors on those (Those) Wanna be pros (Pros), knowin' that they hoes (Hoes) 'Cause 6'3" with the funkified fried lie laid to the side Pass the joint and I'm tired type shit Slit 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 sad ass funk junkie, oh) Smoke, smoke with me tonight (A sad ass funk junkie, oh) Give me a chance to enhance on this motherfucking 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 never had the tip of his blunt in your nose About to let the smoke roll, baby I'm a 24/7 bud smokin' poet You should know it 'cause the red in my eyes show it King Edward of the hood Quarter pound totin', big smokin' going on in the backwoods I got the mask, 3 got the bong Ball got the chief and the liquor in his reach And we each got love for the capital W-Double E-D As we toast to the industry 80 Proof in my hand as I stand kinda close to the wall 'Cause I think I'm 'bout to fall after all this gettin' 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 sess head funk brothers Step right up, son, hit me with a shotgun But buckle up, you gotta take one to give one And that's the way it gotta be MJG, full of that motherfuckin' cess tree Smoke, smoke with me tonight (A sad ass funk junkie, oh) Smoke, smoke with me tonight (A sad ass funk junkie, oh) Smoke, smoke with me tonight (A sad ass funk junkie, oh) Smoke, smoke with me tonight