Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Smokin' Sticks , by - Coolio. Release date: 18.07.1994
Song language: English
Smokin' Sticks |
| Alright alright, alright alright alright. |
| Next we got a guy comin out from |
| Compton, California, gonna tell you all about his experiment with a drug |
| called Stix. |
| That’s some kind of embalment fluid mixed with scherm those |
| niggas down in… ha, those black guys down in Compton. |
| Yo stop that! |
| Hook (x2): |
| Who got the bomb? |
| Who got the bomb? |
| Somebody? |
| Anybody? |
| Who got the bomb? |
| Pass me the dip, it’s time to take a hit |
| of the potent ass shit the kind that make you strip |
| Two headed critter, now I’m an airplane |
| flyin high inside my brain |
| You know karate, I no rizzeign |
| Try to beat me down I feel no pain |
| Puffer, toker, loopy loop smoker |
| Coolio loca, laugh like The Joker |
| Loony, psychotic, nutty, kinda crazy |
| Down for mine that’s the way mama raised me Summertime we freak in the heat |
| Butt naked in the middle of the street |
| We’re smokin stix |
| Yeah |
| Hook (x2) |
| If you don’t know how to do it, yo here’s how ya do it |
| Take the scherm and cigarette and dip it in the fluid |
| Oh my God! |
| Oh my God! |
| Now the shit is lookin lovely |
| Light and stars all around me and above me Never feelin good, I watch a motherfucker work |
| Try to step into the Circle I chop em up like wood |
| put em in an envelope and send it off to Interscope |
| Cos nigga’s gettin short, I’m chokin from the smoke |
| I pass it to my homey so he can take a toke |
| Got a large loot, got it robbin that’s cos I was broke |
| Jumped in the bucket, mad styles like a demon |
| If only you could trip off that shit that I’m seein |
| I got to get a grip cos the nigga’s about to flip |
| Sometimes that’s how it get when you’re smokin stix |
| Yeah |
| Hook (x2) |
| Wake up the next morning in a cold sweat |
| under the bed, soakin wet, wearin boots and a hair net |
| Empty .45 was layin on the dresser |
| Last night I played the role of the tester |
| Toked up a good bag, Jenna had a good nap |
| Flashback got me ready to scrap |
| I don’t know what I done did |
| and I don’t know where I done been |
| I know last night I robbed my friend |
| and if that’s wrong then call it a sin |
| But I was broke and broke ain’t no joke |
| and I can’t cope without my Smith so so dip it up and watch me suck it up and I’ll get fucked up and I might go nuts |
| So pass the loot motherfucker, pass the loot! |
| Pass the loot motherfucker to a troop |
| We’re smokin stix |