Inkmatized (Resthaven Smoke One) lyrics

[Intro: Martin Lawrence]
I hit a joint, right?
And I looked at my girl
I said: "Erica, your motherf*ckin' left eye is damn near on the side of your motherf*ckin' head"

[Verse 1: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
n*ggas smokin' dank on my block, creepin' late night
Hangin' with that deuce eleven, like he said, we Glock tight
Ready for some sh*t to crank, god damn it, I'm so high
I better hit that Heineken, because my lips so dry
A fine ass b*tch in bikinis on my di*k
I'm finna hit the bump
She said, "Hey, come here, hit that sh*t"
A knock was at the door, I said, who is it?
c*cked my ten, I point a infrared dot to the peek hole, come on in
Somе n*ggas with some ski masks and pumps
They finna gank now, as they blow my high
I'm finna makе these n*ggas sink
The blazin' from the barrel, very hot from hollow points
Now while them b*tches fallin', we was pickin' up they blunts
A mission not completed, nah, they tried it anyway
Let's put 'em in the trunk and we can ride and smoke they hay
They lookin' like some killers, but them n*ggas really hoes
We was on the bridge and he was hollerin', so I let 'em go
Now I'm paranoid, you see that weed is in my system
The one, got away, I gotta plot a killin'
Now that was what I'm thinkin', 'cause that n*gga can't survive
I hit the blunt again, you see that sh*t got me inkmatized
[Interlude: 211]
Resthaven n*ggas just smoke one, b*tch
Damn, mane
That n*gga over there on 6th Street got some motherf*ckin' ink, mane
I'm tellin' you, mane, that n*gga named Dre
Resthaven n*ggas just smoke one, b*tch
Got them big fat ass sacks, mane, you know I'm sayin'
Resthaven n*ggas just smoke one, b*tch
They just keep a n*gga inkmatized, you know what I'm sayin'
Resthaven n*ggas just smoke one, b*tch
Resthaven n*ggas just smoke one, b*tch
Resthaven n*ggas just—

[Verse 2: 211]
Looka here, looka here, Mister Negoro
Twenty dollar sacks full of nothin' but Indo
You can't find the sh*t, then you look me up
If you cool with the two, then I hook you up
n*gga's on the corner, or I'm rollin' with my Cuz
I got a quarter thang on the seat, mane, f*ck the fuzz
Flickin' my BIC, lightin' up the sticky ink
So potent, it only takes a hit to get lit, sh*t
n*ggas bud addicted, gotta have the smoke
But it ain't good if it don't make you choke
Holdin' big sacks in my hand, take what you need
For sure, how high you'll get, this ain't no panic weed
n*ggas be beggin' but that's all I'm givin'
Smokin' with poor n*ggas, you'll be higher than the cost of livin'
Makin' big bank from this dank, player
I'm fillin up the atmosphere with some potent killer hair
Damn, I got the munchies, time to grab a bite
Yeah, yeah, n*gga, got this blunt, pass me a light
System bumpin', horn jumpin', mane, I'm feelin' good
Got a quarter ounce, sail off in my neighborhood
Sell a sack or two, then I smoke one
Pull up to the side, n*gga, hit me with a shotgun
Smoke it up, smoke it up, yeah, now I'm chill
Ink to the highs of ink's divinity of that orange pill
A deep south n*gga, check out the size
Joints we choke, and we inkmatized
[Outro: 211 & Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Resthaven n*ggas just smoke one, b*tch
Fire, fire, fire, motherf*cker (Re, re—)
(Re-re—) Fire, fire, fire
Resthaven n*ggas just smoke one, b*tch