| Ayo, D Smoke
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| Man, why don't you represent the 'Wood one time, could you please?
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| Supa Good Smi-doke
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| D-S-M-O-K-E, bitch, it's official
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| I got these other niggas in quite a dill of a pickle
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| 'Cause they bitch want me to pour champagne drip off the nipples
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| Get off, kick off the party, lift off and piss off the people
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| Who kiss up to the establishment, haven't you seen they ego?
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| Like me, no
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| I used to do this shit 'cause I loved it, busted for free though
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| I still do this shit for the love, but add another zero
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| A hero, in my city I'm Diddy mixed with Rico
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| Strong, I throw this dick at my lady like it's a free throw
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| Long time, me love you, designed by heat and struggle
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| With poem rhymes, I bubble, I grind these motherfuckers
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| They never seen nothin' like me
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| Where your roots run?
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| Smoke, he talkin' that shit, nigga, where you from? |
| (Inglewood)
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| We can do somethin'
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| Bro keep talkin' that shit, you just might move somethin'
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| Apply that pressure (Pressure), pressure, pressure, pressure
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| Apply that pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure
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| Am I wrong for puttin' us on? |
| You would if you could
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| In my zone, they leave me alone, I'm good in the 'Wood
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| Grey poupon, it's in the cologne, my foot on your jug'
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| Throwin' stones, you never atone, now look at you
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| Supero mitos, rico
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| Jugando ese juego with the cheat code
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| Las salud es llave, vengo de grandes principios
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| Hidrando my body, wake up and throw back a Zico
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| Hop up in the morning, get a waffle at the Roscoes on Manchester
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| I ain't gotta head to Pico
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| Aunque soy sano no puedo decirlo de mis hermanos
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| Si andan tirados, turn you into chorizo, we go
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| Stupid, man, it's ludicrous (Ludicrous)
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| Give my girl a kiss and start playin' all in her uterus, zero
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| People did it like me before, the world is new to this
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| Red City, nigga, plenty homies in the blue division
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| I did my homework and my rudiments
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| I made my dome work and stayed true to all my hooligans
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| Now I travel where I want regardless of the destination
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| And if you don't know your way, you just might need an invitation
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| Where your roots run?
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| Smoke, he talkin' that shit, nigga, where you from? |
| (Inglewood)
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| We can do somethin'
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| Bro keep talkin' that shit, you just might move somethin'
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| Apply that pressure (Pressure), pressure, pressure, pressure
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| Apply that pressure, pressure, pressure |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gaspar Yanga , by - D Smoke. Song from the album Black Habits, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп