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Tha Dogg Pound - Smoke lyrics
Man, I gotta stop smoking this shit Cause that shit gon straight [Snoop] I cant stop, and I wont stop, ha ha ha ha Damn, yeah, staright blueberries [Kurupt] This microphones is mines, I seen you scopin I'm hopin that you step so I can bust your chest open This is how I am, this is my mentally Don't try to battle me, I cause fatalities And this is how it is when the microphone put to torture MC's done tried to step but I caught ya I'm like a sorcerer, magical with rhymes I'm one of a kind, my lines too inclined for your mind And that's the way it is, you cant see me so don't even try I wonder why MC's done tried to step in and they died Now I be that MC, you cant see that Lyricist that breaks MC's backs Matter of a fact that aint the way you should do it This is how it is in showbiz I know this MC cant even get close Cause I rock shit from the west to the east coast [Snoop] Why they wanna fuck with my smoke Why they wanna fuck with my smoke Kurupt tell me, why they wanna fuck Now I'm rollin in the fast lane tryin to find the right lane I'm spittin game like big pimpin is my name I need a flame, so I can get this shit lit Its snoop dogg, I'm bout to drop me a hit I got my nigga named kingpin to the right And we plan on smoking all night and when we through my nigga named priest gon increase the peace Blaze up another sack, get your kakies creased Cause its on and poppin, aint no stopping Snoop is on the mic I'm lyrically hoppin Poppin just like a motherfuckin strap Don't talk shit cause your best to watch your back Because umm, why you sleepin we creepin And um, we got a fat sack of blueberries, its scary My brother jerry told me one day He said snoop when you reach the top will you please blaze a J For me and my homie J d-o-g, who's in the penitentiary but see Its still cool to me cause Ima swing it on bring it on Got another fat sack so blaze up the ozone It on like that we aint no joke So motherfuckin back off or jack off for my smoke, smoke, smoke [Chorus: repeat 2X] Why they wanna fuck with my smoke Somebody tell me Why they wanna fuck with my smoke They say no to dope, and ugh to drugs But motherfuck that I'm a motherfuckin thug nigga [Tha Relativez] Spots stay open, under water hydro orange fire and chronic out the side door Dogg soprano, sugar buddha the pimp Been had hoe's, been havin chips Spit out gangsta shit like haa chooo In a ride, ahh with teezy with red haa shoes Tha relatives, how gangsta is that Half my life blowin do do wit a strap in my lap Just goin out the ills and its hurtin niggaz Kickin niggaz door down and searchin niggaz In the fence for a week and its perkin niggaz You niggaz aint some gangstaz you some working niggaz Aint no mo silent niggaz My prediction, 2004 theres gon be hoes and snitchin niggaz Or peepin niggaz out the barrel of a 40 Hood on hood crime, homies killing homies ?? to harlem, chips flippin we ballin aint nuttin better than being young gangsta and ballin blowed outta mind, probably be the high some more master money marna for the law I'm from the salty 619, home of the corca Mystica holders with pistolas and purple morta Americas finest find me north of tha border Please, no seeds, break bread cost an awful lot Chay flag on a borca, slide in croca's Splitters or the swishers, twisters, hundred sport cars This for big tony, homey in the yinta Inglewood to tango, relativez the bleeka [Chorus: repeat 3X] Why they wanna fuck with my smoke Somebody tell me Why they wanna fuck with my smoke They say no to dope, and ugh to drugs But motherfuck that I'm a motherfuckin thug nigga |
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