Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Smokin And Leanin, artist - DJ Screw. Album song 3 N The Mornin’ Part Two, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.07.1988
Record label: Bigtyme Recordz
Song language: English
Smokin And Leanin |
| Yeah, this that motherfucking B.G. |
| Gator, off that Botany |
| Coming from that Southside, of Twoston Texas |
| Where niggas known, for rolling in teras |
| Swangas, and cock back chambers |
| And right about now, my big homies bout to loc up |
| And drop some shit for y’all G’s, sluts, and pimps, so peep game |
| Smoke |
| Till you can’t smoke no mo' |
| Lean |
| Think about it in your dreams |
| Smoke |
| Till you can’t smoke no mo' |
| Lean |
| Think about it in your dreams |
| Well I’m smoking, smoking, high off that endo |
| Ready to hit the switch on the bitch, in the pinto |
| The Botany Boys got static, tragic |
| Automatics, get your ass whipped like them addict |
| We ain’t playing no games, we just swangin' them thangs |
| Creeping through the Clover, where the real niggas hang |
| Catch us flipping on the blades, or them 1−2-3's |
| Or in the kitchen, cooking a whole bunch of G’s |
| Got to get my pay on, my lean and my strut |
| Now the Botany Boys, busting caps |
| We get in the do', like that Riddid Bo |
| I’m leaning on the fo', right before I do a show |
| Smoking and leaning, is my hobby |
| Everytime you see me, I be out trying to get mine |
| Laws peeping me trying to get nine, think I’m slipping |
| Cause I’m sipping, on boonswine |
| But I’m on my P’s and Q’s, my homies G’s and fools |
| The golden rule stay true, never cap, always strapped |
| Rolling 18's, on Dunlaps |
| On a 400 Lexus, from Mo' Money Texas |
| Brother be plexing, but I be stressing |
| My feelings, 1−87 killing, now I’m chilling |
| At my crib on my leather, high as ever |
| I’m real, I gotta keep myself together |
| Smoke |
| Till you can’t smoke no mo' |
| Lean |
| Think about it in your dreams |
| Smoke |
| Till you can’t smoke no mo' |
| Lean |
| Think about it in your dreams |
| I smoke sweet after sweet, cause I can’t do without it |
| Lean hard on that drank, till I start to dream about it |
| Wake up and can’t wait, puffin' dank |
| Mix another drank, mind focused on my bank |
| Just your average everyday G, yup it’s me, Head |
| Ripping up the beat, hooked up by the D-Red |
| All the G’s got my back, grab your gat and start busting |
| Botany Big Shots, produced by Platinum Productions |
| Southside Playaz, in the motherfucking house |
| Smoking and leanin', stacking the green and breaking the haters off |
| Now let me hit the killer herb, like it ain’t shit |
| Grab the boons of syrup, time to get the drank mix wanna smoke I wanna lean |
| Smoke |
| Till you can’t smoke no mo' |
| Lean |
| Think about it in your dreams |
| Smoke |
| Till you can’t smoke no mo' |
| Lean |
| Think about it in your dreams |
| Smoke made me choke, as I’m coming down clowning |
| Codeine on my mind, as I’m coming down McGowen |
| Nothing but players and pimps, walking with limps |
| The hustlers and the macks, separate the busters and simps |
| So boy when you step, you better step with respect |
| Ain’t a start ain’t none involved, or dumping with the techs |
| Automatic weapons, when I’m coming down wrecking |
| Seventeen shot Glocks, when the jackers start to stepping |
| So it should, I do just chill with my crew |
| Get some killer from that Mello, and smoke a ounce or two |
| Why all the haters, wait scoping the scheme |
| I’ma keep making paper, straight smoking and leaning |
| Smoke |
| Till you can’t smoke no mo' |
| Lean |
| Think about it in your dreams |
| Smoke |
| Till you can’t smoke no mo' |
| Lean |
| Think about it in your dreams |