Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Smokin' Barrels , by - Bronze Nazareth. Release date: 18.11.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Smokin' Barrels |
| Alright you leave me no choice |
| I never thought you hold that against me now |
| But I think I understand now why you don’t want me to get out of here I’m not |
| just one person to you am I? |
| I’m a symbol of everything you fear will destroy you |
| Yeah, Smoking Barrels 'round the way gun too |
| My niggas fly apparel hold a grey lung to |
| Yeah, bury blades we don’t talk we confront you |
| My niggas carry Graves got a few on the Run too |
| Yeah, Smoking Barrels 'round the way gun too |
| My niggas fly apparel hold a grey lung to |
| Yeah, bury blades we don’t talk we confront you |
| My niggas carry Graves got a few on the Run too |
| Yeah I’m the new king of the shit |
| My script over runneth |
| Dark tunnels rhymes sputter |
| Mind muddy vine gutter, Breathe! |
| Catch fatigue from a dark Street to Blade Runner |
| My Beats Made In Summer |
| Sit in thought like a confused plumber |
| Bang them pipes night after midnight slumber |
| Don’t come up here with that weak shit |
| Biting niggas teeth-less |
| Spineless, you built your life on mine and I digest |
| Thought for food Crow’s nest |
| Proposed threats candid |
| You couldn’t land in those Timberlands I stand in |
| It’s true I hold Cannon |
| Sharp Ruby Diamond advances |
| Got me buying out the gun show |
| Assorted flavor damage |
| Began in gun Rule now run Detroit Barry Sanders |
| Of this rap shit |
| Nigga get your motherfucking cameras |
| Cuz a made nigga’s back with the mothafukin' hammer |
| While I chisel words, BMI tax for my grammar |
| Roberta Flacks wax on the panel |
| New Motown Vision the ammo |
| Black day apparel |
| Plus that rock paper denim for around the way Heroes |
| What’s up? |
| Yeah, Smoking Barrels 'round the way gun too |
| My niggas fly apparel hold a grey lung to |
| Yeah, bury blades we don’t talk we confront you |
| My niggas carry Graves got a few on the Run too |
| Yeah, Smoking Barrels 'round the way gun too |
| My niggas fly apparel hold a grey lung to |
| Yeah, bury blades we don’t talk we confront you |
| My niggas carry Graves got a few on the Run too |
| Ayo fake niggas come around and leave before the show |
| I scoop up ten bills my face had a glow |
| Erase black clouds with that green smoke I blow |
| When the needle to the wax, I shoot 'em up Clive O |
| Derail ya whole plot a few steps ahead of foe |
| And what you know not, the autopsy won’t show |
| Yeah, Smoking Barrels 'round the way gun too |
| My niggas fly apparel hold a grey lung to |
| Yeah, bury blades we don’t talk we confront you |
| My niggas carry Graves got a few on the Run too |
| Yeah, Smoking Barrels 'round the way gun too |
| My niggas fly apparel hold a grey lung to |
| Yeah, bury blades we don’t talk we confront you |
| My niggas carry Graves got a few on the Run too |
| I think I understand why you don’t want me to get out of here |
| You’ll never want me to get out of here |
| You think I’m your enemy! |
| It’s all something purely personal now |
| Between him and me |