[Hook: DJ Paul]
For da n***as, for da n***as, for da n***as
For da n***as gettin` smoked out, loced out, loced out
For da n***as, for da n***as, for da n***as
For da n***as gettin` smoked out, loced out, loced out
For da n***as, for da n***as, for da n***as
For da n***as gettin` smoked out, loced out, loced out
For da n***as, for da n***as, for da n***as
For da n***as gettin` smoked out, loced out, loced out
For da n***as, for da n***as, for da n***as
For da n***as gettin` smoked out, loced out, loced out
For da n***as, for da n***as, for da n***as
For da n***as gettin` smoked out, loced out, loced out

[Verse 1: Lil John John]
Loced out, smoked out [?]
From the fuckin' South
Blink that on the chronic sack
Ready to sweat the fuckin' track
Boomin' yam, don't give a damn, about these
Stupid tradin' hoes, ridin' clean, rollin' mean
Cadillac with ovtavos
Scopin' out [?]
'Cuz I'm [?] bitches on my dick
Smokin' and chokin' and blowin' the B.U.D
Hangin' with the triple six talkin' ?
Just bought a quarter ounce of eight
Sit back, sippin' on Alizé
Mind freakin' out, glenwood cloud [?]
Chronic is in my brain cells, cheifin' all day
Mane, I'm high as hell
Campaignin' in the 'llac, cheifin' on the sack
Sippin' on the champagne
High as hell, eyes are read
Off that fuckin' chronic, G
I.N.K, Alizé, she can't fuckin' with my memory
Roll the junt, cheif the blunt
Mane just take a hard pull
Drunk as hell, can't you tell, off that [?]
Paranoid from the ink
Finger always on the trigger
Blowin' ink, I'm so blink
'Cuz this is for my fuckin' n***as
[Hook: DJ Paul]
For da n***as, for da n***as, for da n***as
For da n***as gettin` smoked out, loced out, loced out
For da n***as, for da n***as, for da n***as
For da n***as gettin` smoked out, loced out, loced out
For da n***as, for da n***as, for da n***as
For da n***as gettin` smoked out, loced out, loced out
For da n***as, for da n***as, for da n***as
For da n***as gettin` smoked out, loced out, loced out

[Verse 2: Lil John John]
My pimpin' is so fuckin' thick
On the track boomin' bricks
Makin' stangs, watch your back
'Cuz a real playa ain't barin' this shit
Blinked out, from the South
Pimpin' ass n***a with so much clout
Pass me the fuckin' junt, my blunt is so fuckin stout
Cheifin' on that reefa, I'm so high
Off that shotgun smoke
I.N.K, indica, chronic is makin' me chokin'-choke
Mane, I think I'm goin' insane
Indo goin' through my brain
Blowin' ink, blowin' ink
And now it's time to campain'
Oz's and B-U-D, rollin' J-O-I-N-T's
Cheifin' hay, all day, drinkin' on the Tanqueray
Roll up a fat ass blunt, I hit the junt
And then I pass it around
Vamp up to the liquor store
Get some yak and get a pint of crown
Split your wig, if you say one word punk
Put that 12 gauge in your face
And say lay your ass down in my trunk
Smoked out, I'm about to click on you funky hoes
Gigglin', laughin', 'cuz I pull up that Indo
Paranoid from the ink
Finger always on the trigger
Deadly night, high as a kite
Cuz this is for my fuckin' n***as
[Outro: Lil John John]
Yeah, y'know what I'm sayin'
This Lil John John in this motherfucker
I send the shouts out to my n***a DJ Paul
My n***a pun, my n***a Carlos D
Then I'm out this motherfucker for the '94
And yeah I also send the shouts out to the Triple Six, bitch
Yeah, if you got anna with this pimp shit, mane
You can suck my motherfuckin' dick cause this is for my motherfuckin' n***as, bitch