text: Mm, mm, mm, mm
  Big lobster, big butter, country boy dip
  If you aint been to the moon, then you aint did shit
  All the mansions and shit, you know we layed in em
  Different countries and shit, you know we stayed in em
  Felines when we land, all peaches
  Them yachts, four, four, pink beaches
  I dont fuck with no battles, I dont do that
  Ima shoot you, turn around and holler, Who that?
  Ooh-wee, ooh-wee, drop-top, high trees, ooh-wee
  Rattlesnake skin, kill 12
  Colorblind with a snotty nose, half-face with a flat-top
  Phones off, plugs all night, vision drones up
   Hunt you down at your residence
  Where them white bes like a Cuban in Cuba, no cigar
  Caviar, Cherokee, blood in the mud like creek water
  Cant kill a mutant with Holy Water
  Who want smoke? Who want smoke?
  Who want smoke? Who want smoke?
  No cigar, no cigar
  They close as fuck, but no cigar
  Who want smoke? Who want smoke? 
  Who want smoke? Who want smoke? 
  No cigar , no cigar 
  They close as fuck , but no cigar
  Montecristo Junior, nothin but the best 
  We top-shelf, who want smoke? Protect your chest
  Your neck, your arms, your head, yeah, all that
  Man, dont think you untouchable in the land of Jack
  Brrat, brrat, pull them sticks in the heat of the night
  Yellow tape and white chalk be a familiar sight
  Your dirty laundry broadcast on the evening news
  I tried to tell em but wisdom is too hot for a fool
  Im from the school of excellence, master of my craft
  All solid, no crumbs, hand-crafted by hand
  I still dont dance, dont bite my tongue for nobody
  You could either fly away or come do somethin bout it 
  Who want smoke? Who want smoke?
  Who want smoke? Who want smoke?
  No cigar, no cigar
  They close as fuck, but no cigar
  Who want smoke? Who want smoke? 
  Who want smoke? Who want smoke? 
  No cigar , no cigar 
  They close as fuck , but no cigar
  Uh, I smoke Perdomo, hypnotic Cohiba
  A leader, a teacher, a boss, a scholar, dont fall
  I get fetti, the cheddar, dinero, the fella lookin better, the jella
  The Chevy is yellow, my mood is mellow, my wave say hello
  So teachers of music can use it, to be a lil business
  And witness the greatness, no patience, Im ready to service the people
  My lyrics are lethal, I shit on you, fecal
  Im startin the sequel, Im threadin the needle
  Im juicin like beetles, youre closer than ever 
  Youre callin the reverend , you praise to the heavens 
  To give em a lesson , you give a confession 
  Receivin the blessin , we live in the mansions , yeah, uh
  Who want smoke? Who want smoke?
  Who want smoke? Who want smoke? 
  No cigar , no cigar 
  They close as fuck, but no cigar
  Who want smoke? Who want smoke? 
  Who want smoke? Who want smoke? 
  No cigar , no cigar 
  They close as fuck , but no cigar
  Three go hard like a saw, nothin goodie but mob
  Under the steps and dirt, there was a dungeon, no floor
  Out of school or off of work or smoke a blunt and go for it
  Nigga rollin up the roaches when the shit got short
  Kiss your bitch on the porch, walk her back to her car
  Pat the pussy, slap her tail and tell her, See you tomorrow
  Pocketbook that match the nails, she never needed a bra
  I could tell that bitch was Hell, she prolly needed a father
  For the record, me too, what the hell could we do?
  Let your older partners raise ya, watch em do what they do
  Now I pull over just in case I gotta snooze when I cru
  Now I know we all some babies, they was just learnin too
  Im hula hoopin, double dutchin, kickballin that ho
  New maneuver, no discussion, fuck em, all of them ho
  Whats a dungeon? A home, home for misfits
  Sleepin on the floor then wake up when you smell somethin lit 
  Who want smoke? Who want smoke?
  Who want smoke? Who want smoke?
  No cigar, no cigar
  They close as fuck, but no cigar
  Who want smoke? Who want smoke? 
  Who want smoke? Who want smoke? 
  No cigar , no cigar 
  They close as fuck , but no cigar