Video Smoke One de Ak Memphis 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Ak Memphis - Smoke One Lyrics

[Intro: Z-Dogg]
Yeah, it's Z-Dogg in this bitch
Smokin' on them phillie blunts
Me and my nigga AK, you know how we do it
Y'all need to watch out for that new
"Gimisum Dungeon" nationwide tape comin' out, soon
Yeah, for all them niggas that be on that voodoo-shit
Watch out
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout
I like to say what's up, to all my niggas, in the O.M.P
My nigga Lil' Red, Lil' Ced and Three 80
They know what I'm talkin' about
Doin' it like some big players
Fuck them player haters—stay off a nigga dick
'Fore my nigga hit you with some of that voodoo-shit
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Watch yourself, bitch
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout

[Verse 1: AK]
Oh my god, I'm outta blunts
I see some niggas, hittin' that funk
One point five's up in my pocket
Now you know, I gotta' drop it
Take a pull from a junt, eventhough, it's some fire
Mad cough, of the blunt, mane, I think, I'm gonna die
Smokin' light green everyday, Z-Dogg and the A.K
Big Hill, he's got thе fire, mane, I'm finna' get high
Kick my hеad to the back, blow a gun to my nose
Let it flow to my brain, 'cause I'm goin' insane
Boy, I wish I had a blunt, everything would be alright
Misdemeanor on my side, and we smokin' on that light
[Chorus: Z-Dogg]
Smoke some, blow some, choke some
Smoke some, blow some

[Verse 2: Misdemeanor]
It's three o'clock in the mornin', and I'm cruisin' for blunts, so I
Can chief this hella killer inkedafied skunk
And uh, I'm dreamin' hard, needin' a wake up call
So I boss to the crip and look for the papers I bought, yessir
It's been some years, since I smoke the papers and caught the vapors, that had me wakin' and shakin', trapped in a mind of satan
Pullin' up to the driveway, breakin' off in the house, lookin' for the papers now
I'm mad as fuck, 'cause, the one to the fives can not be found
Soon as I rest my head and look across my fuckin' bed, it's the Devil chiefin' hay, dressed up all in red
He said that "I can get you higher, than you ever been
Smoke some papers out the bible, with an evil grin"
And since my mind is weak, 'cause I'm fienin' like a thug, that smoke
Chief descriptions out the good book you call, "Holy Dope"
I know, it's wrong but I gots to get my high undo
What would you do Z-Dogg, if you ran out of phillies too?

[Chorus: Z-Dogg]
Smoke some, blow some, choke some
Smoke some, blow some, choke some
Smoke some, blow some, choke some
Smoke some
[Verse 3: Z-Dogg]
I said: "Damn, I ran outta' phillie blunts"
I gotta sit back and roll me some fat mack junts
Because them tops they burn to fuckin' fast
Thats why I smoke them blunts, because that shit's gon' last
We used to smoke Swisher Sweet's, then we moved to Phillies
But now, we smoke them [?], 'cause that shit is in me
Them big boy blunts, they better than the fuckin' papers, because we fill it up with weed, make it last it later
Uh, 'cause when you smoke that weed, I know you gon' [?]
We smoke that home-grown, that Ink and that light-green shit
And when you see me, my eyes always full of it
I gotta' stay high, 'til the day, that I fuckin' die
Them niggas in the cres they only serve that fuckin' fire
I need me some weed, I'm goin' on a mega-hunt
Now, whatchu' gon' do, when you run out of fuckin' blunts?

[Chorus: Z-Dogg]
Smoke some, blow some, choke some
Smoke some, blow some, choke some
Smoke some, blow some, choke some

[Verse 4: Big Hill]
Smoke one, then choke one, but what, If you ain't got one of them NyQuil-Blunts, fulla' that skunk
I'm ridin' down the streets, the [?] get them Tampa Sweets
Me and Taxx smokin' that ink and drinkin' that [?]
Fuck them coppers, fuck them haters, they can't fade us
We cuttin' they throat with razors
[?] with some real niggas in Frayser
Why these buster-bitches paige us, then lay us?
They must pay us players, the money you deal, that's how I live
If we come to kickin' in doors and layin' you snakes next to the floor
Smoke one, then choke one, Big Hill want more