Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Smokin' Sticks, artist - Coolio.
Date of issue: 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 |