Cheefington lyrics

[Verse 1: G-Mo Skee]
I'm stoned like an Arab chick with no clothes on
Dro so strong that I'm f*cking up the ozone
My sh*t packs a punch, we be matching blunts
Then put the roaches in the bowl like Cap'n Crunch
These b*tches looking for a smoke out, never
I make a Siamese twin throw down extra
If she only has five bucks for the session
The other head is getting neglected
I'm nothing to mess with, when I'm drunk
But I don't go to bars man
I'm hitting trees like I'm f*cking drunk Tarzan
Raised by the apes,taking eights to the face
Beat a dog with a sledgehammer, Triple H
And I'm f*cking your b*tch, the kid saw the sillouhette
Now I'm on the couch in a Snuggie with a Pillow Pet
The Mad Hatter is back, matter of fact
He's in your house and he's smoking a sack
(I'm gettin' high!!)

[Hook]
The whole world is looking at me now
(Whatchu looking at b*tch?)
I'm getting so high
(I'm getin high)
Yes he's getting higher
(Yes, yes n*gga)
The whole world is looking at me now
(Whatchu looking at b*tch?)
I'm getting so high
(I'm getin high)
Yes he's getting higher
[Verse 2:Kevin MacLane]
Catch me at the race, I was high at the derby
Puffed up, riding on a cloud like Kirby
And this 69 cent Swischer's dead man working
Me to puff that OG Kush and now you dragging if I'm perkin
That sh*t'll have you crying dawg I'm loaded
Two a.m. smoking at the studio tokin'
This sh*t right here will have you move in slow motion
Lohan, that sh*t'll put a n*gga in a coma
That sh*t last night that I was crumblin'
Sittin to the moon had a n*gga straight mumblin'
Rumblin', rummaging rum run through the mothership
For some other sh*t, no rumbling, no stumbling
Now I'm in the building and I'm feeling it
So don't come through with that n*gga Buzz Killington
I'm posted in a smoke circle cuts and I'm faded
So don't bring yo n*ggas if yo n*ggas ain't faded