Tryin to Stop Smokin by Trick Daddy Lyrics

[Intro: Trick Daddy & Mystical]
Mystikal the joint on you nigga, hit this shit here
I heard about you Trick brah, I know what ya'll smoke down yo' way
That bitch there smell dirty dirty, that bitch filthy
It ain't gone kill you nigga
Say dog I smoke that, I smoke chronic, you need to stop

[Chorus]
I'm tryin' to stop smokin', smokin', smokin'
I'm tryin' to stop smokin', but naw I don't think so
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

[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 Dutch Masters broke down and we roll with brown weed for days, hay, hay
[Chorus]
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
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
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
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

[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 be coming 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]
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
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
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
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

[Outro: Trick Daddy & Mystikal]