Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cigarette , by - Too Short Presents UGK, Layzie Bone, Koffee & Various OthersRelease date: 14.06.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cigarette |
| I’m comin' down candy, I’m leanin' on the switch |
| I’m hangin' out the window, cup of barre, I see a bitch |
| Ho, money is no object but you think that it’s a game |
| Steady try’na clock the diamonds in my piece and chain |
| Wanna rub on the grain, wanna sit on the butter |
| When bitch you will discover I’m a pimp and not a lover |
| See all the things I did as a kid off in the game |
| Made sure in '96 that I’d would be gripping' on the grain |
| I traded in the Fleetwood, in with the new |
| Got a '96 drop AMG, that bitch blue |
| Officer pulled me over but bitch you must be joking |
| That was a cigarette I was smoking |
| I ain’t no joke |
| That was a cigarette I was smoking |
| Officer you must be joking |
| That was a cigarette I was smoking |
| Too Hard to Swallow, Super Tight, plus Ridin' Dirty |
| Ever seen your weed as big papi |
| That leave your shit sloppy |
| I ain’t hip hoppin, it’s big player parlayer |
| The payer of the bill for the simp and the? |
| So let’s dip through the hills |
| Grip on the wheel, for the trip that’s so real |
| We flip, can you feel, we pop the clip and the seal |
| Now how the fuck you figure you can handle what the trigger do |
| Stupid ass nigga you |
| I’m getting' bigger through constant elevation |
| Stay patient, one day I’ll rule the nation |
| Live on your radio station, locin' |
| Officer, sir you must be jokin' |
| That was a cigarette I was smokin' |
| ATL’s the place |
| 559 parking lot was the scene |
| Smoking big green with a bitch named Vicki |
| Ho dance down in Nikki’s steady slipping |
| As this bitch give my dick hickies |
| Till one time pulled me over in my old school Oldsmobile |
| Officer, what’s the deal? |
| I’m just ridin' round here on chill |
| With my dick on this ho’s grill |
| Got the 98 smelling like straight kill |
| He said sir you know you’re ridin' with one headlight |
| I’ve been rollin' for two months with them hoes on bright |
| He said your girl friend here is doing an awful lot of choking |
| It must have been that cigarette she was smokin' |
| Deep in the hood, I ain’t driving too fast |
| Got my beat up loud and my ghetto pass |
| Why you pulling me over, what I do? |
| Got a funk full of dope, nationwide too |
| We in stores and we independent |
| That’s why we always ride new benzes |
| I was smokin', yeah I did that |
| But it wasn’t no weed, it was a cigarette |
| Now I gotta get out, I already know my part |
| People stopping' and staring, cause they know I’m a star |
| Ghetto legend, I know ya heard one about me |
| Got a stable of 'em, I never run outta freaks |
| Ridin' through the hood, high sidin' lookin' good |
| I blow a bitch mind every motherfucking time |
| With these pimp lines |
| Spittin' out the window |
| Car full of smoke but it wasn’t no indo |
| Saturday night, we in the mix |
| A whole lotta bitches and a whole lotta tricks |
| I’m upstairs at the bar with hoes taking flicks |
| Try’na pick out the one that love to suck dick |
| I got two or three blunts rolled already |
| Two or three chicks ready to go already |
| I’m fired up, startin' to blow already |
| These hoes take one puff and blown already |
| We trippin' and we kicking' it |
| Drinkin' up, smokin' shit |
| DJs bumpin' hype shit, getting' a bitch open shit |
| All of a sudden police niggas walkin' up |
| Nose in the air sweating a nigga 'bout sparking up |
| Fuck what a nigga do, fuck what a nigga is |
| Fuck you and all the rest of these niggas in the rap biz |
| Before I knew it they was rushing me up out the club |
| All I could say is one thing and it was… |