| Ay wuddup peedo
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| Rest in peace pimp c
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| Texas what it do?!
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| Ay (echoes)
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| Haha
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| Its Young Buck
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| Yeah (echoes)
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| Tennessee to Texas, you know we been doin this shit out here
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| Bun B I see ya Big Homie!
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| This is real nigga shit right now
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| Im just connecting the dots
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| Gettin new kinda money you understand this?
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| Haha
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| Shit is happening out here
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| Yeauh!
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| Ay what it do, nigga young buck!
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| Couldn’t catch em in the streets, but we got em in the pen
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| Tha homies put the knife in the skin, the night came in
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| Bitch niggas wanna shoot me, say im sorry
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| Apologizin, sayin daddy wadnt fatherin
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| But i ain’t even trippin, no
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| Ey what dey hittin foe?
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| Look ya in ya eyes, say its cool when ya really know
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| That Ima act a fool with tha choppa
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| I move with the choppa (what)
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| Crazy white boys go to school with tha choppa
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| 75 years, Max B, rest my patna
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| I hope the judge die, niggas gang rape his momma
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| Im in the airport hopin that tha line coo
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| Listenin to these crackers talkin bout swine flu
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| Marys Callin Me, I think she knows me name (knows my name)
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| Am i callin you? |
| or do you feel my pain? |
| (feel my pain)
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| Thats why we smoke our life away (hey!)
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| Smoke our life away!
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| Thats why we smoke our life away (hey!)
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| Smoke our life away!
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| And why we smoke our life away?
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| Smoke our life away! |
| (ayy)
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| Thats why we smoke our life away (hey)
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| Smoke our life away!
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| Lil chris out the fed, say he bout ta do his best
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| He had a job
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| They did a background check
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| And broke his heart
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| Ten people in the house, eight kids
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| Three bedrooms, but this is how it is
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| Coat hanga antennas on the floor bottom
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| Fridgerator gotcha name on the coke bottle (yeah)
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| So who da fuck im posed to follow?
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| The nigga gettin money, other ones just follow
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| Keesha wanna hit tha club cuz her crew amped
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| But she broke, so she gotta go and sell her food stamps
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| Her lil sista the babysitter, she got a lil nigga tryna make a baby wit her
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| Dont nobody know where momma at (yeah)
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| Daddy left last year (what) and never comin back
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| The youngest one his son and he watchin it all
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| Sayin hold on yall, one day we gon ball (uhh)
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| Marys Callin Me, I think she knows me name (knows my name)
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| Am i callin you? |
| or do you feel my pain? |
| (feel my pain)
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| Thats why we smoke our life away (hey!)
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| Smoke our life away!
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| Thats why we smoke our life away (hey!)
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| Smoke our life away!
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| And why we smoke our life away?
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| Smoke our life away! |
| (ayy)
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| Thats why we smoke our life away (hey)
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| Smoke our life away!
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| Yea you know cuz they, they be wantin ta know
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| Why the fuck we, you know, smoke this mothafuckin weed
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| Nigga we got problems around here nigga
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| This the ghetto, nigga
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| Mothafuckas dont know about the mothafuckin streets
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| Then dont talk about the mothafuckin streets nigga
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| Cuz we out here gettin it how we live nigga, yeah!
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| Understand me nigga
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| Dont underestimate me, understand me nigga
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| Yeah!
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| Scarface wuddup Big Homie?!
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| Oh Yeah, Big shit goin down nigga
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| Hey!
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| This what we gon do niggas
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| We just gon roll up
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| We gon smoke one for the niggas locked up
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| We gon smoke one for the niggas dead and gone
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| We gon keep on gettin money nigga
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| Young buck, cashville records
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| The outlawz nigga they ain’t went nowhere nigga
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| Marys Callin Me, I think she knows me name (knows my name)
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| Am i callin you? |
| or do you feel my pain? |
| (feel my pain)
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| Thats why we smoke our life away (hey!)
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| Smoke our life away!
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| Thats why we smoke our life away (hey!)
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| Smoke our life away!
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| And why we smoke our life away?
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| Smoke our life away! |
| (ayy)
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| Thats why we smoke our life away (hey)
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| Smoke our life away! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Smoke Our Life Away , by - Young Buck. Song from the album The Rehab & From the Bottom 2 the Top, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп