[Intro]
[Martin Lawrence]
I hit a joint, right
And I looked at my girl
I said Erica
Yo muthafuckin left eye
Is damn near on the side of yo muthafuckin head

[Skinny Pimp Verse 1]
N***as smokin dank on my block
Creepin late night
Hangin with that Deuce Eleven
Like he said, we Glock tight
Ready for some shit to crank
Got damn it, I'm so high
I better hit that Heineken
Because my lips so dry
A fine ass bitch in a bikini is on my dick
I'm fina hit the bump
She said, "Hey come here with that shit"
A knock was at the door
I said who is it?
Cocked my tin
I pointed infrared dot
Told the P-folk come on in
Some n***as with some ski masks and pumps
They fina gank
Now as they blow my high
I'm fina makе these n***as sink
The blazin from thе barrel
Very hot from hollow points
Now while bitches fallen
We was pickin up they blunts
A mission not completed
Nawl, 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***as 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***a can't survive
I hit the blunt again
You see that shit got me inkmatized

[Hook/Interlude]
Resthaven n***as just smoke one bitch

Damn mane, that n***a over there on 6th Street
Got some mutherfuckin ink mane
I'm tellin ya
Mane, that n***a named Dre got them big fat ass sacks
They just keep a n***a inkmatized
Know what I'm sayin

Resthaven n***as just smoke one bitch

[211 Verse 2]:
It's the Hill, looky here mister negro
20 dollar sacks
Full of nothin but indo
You can't find the shit
Then you look me up
If you cool with 2
Then I hook you up
N***a's on the corner
Or I'm rollin with my cuz
I got a quarter thang on the seat
Mane, fuck the fuzz
Flickin my bic, lightin up the sticky ink
So potent, it only take a hit to get lit, shitttt
N***as bud addicted
Gotta have the smoke
But it ain't good
If it don't make ya choke
Holdin big sacks in my hand
Take what ya need
For sure how high you'll get
This ain't no panic weed
N***as be beggin but that's all I'm givin
Smokin with po' n***as
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
Damnnn
I got the munchies, time to grab a bite
Yeah, yeah, n***a got this blunt
Pass me a light
System bumpin, horn jumpin
Mane I'm feelin good
Gotta quarter ounce
Sale it off in my neighborhood
Sell, a sack or two, then I smoke one
Pull over to the side
N***a hit me with a shotgun
Smoke it up, smoke it up
Yeah, now I'm chill
Ink to the highs, of ink's divinity
Off that orange pill
A deep south n***a
Check out the size
Joints, we choke
And we inkmatized
[Hook]
Resthaven n***as just smoke one bitch