Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Smoke On, artist - E.S.GDate of issue: 31.01.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Smoke On |
| (Ahhh yeah… |
| As we lock up in the mother fucking smoke room with all this Southside flavor |
| We gon mix in this big pot of kool aid something like this…) |
| Smoke… Smoke On |
| (What you doing E?) |
| Smoke… smoke on |
| (Say fool, I’m getting higher than a mother fucker) |
| Smoke… Smoke on… |
| (with that perignon) |
| Smoke on… Smoke on… |
| (Don't forget about that Yellowstone) |
| Well as I kick in your door with this killer flow |
| For the 94, so pass the indo |
| Coming through that South Park-you hoes can’t stop me |
| Trying to guess my next move like you playing a game of monopoly |
| You know big Tone is from the stone and she’s never losing |
| Packing a chrome to your dome straight out of Houston |
| You know when I put on my suit, I’m gon clown |
| Coming down with that E.S.G. |
| from H-Town |
| Mack 11, tech 9 |
| Trying to put in some work |
| Noting but another plug shooting slugs with hurt |
| Fucking a copper with a chopper |
| Pass the wheel of killer sweets |
| And i wonder will the death be of the next nigga that I meet |
| Eye to eye |
| Fly to fly |
| Quick enough won’t |
| Quick a younger fool from the click |
| Pull that 187 shit |
| On at 14 take it straight to your dome |
| And you can get crunk but imma smoke on |
| Smoke… Smoke On |
| (What you doing E?) |
| Smoke… smoke on |
| (Say fool, I’m getting higher than a mother fucker) |
| Smoke… Smoke on… |
| (with that perignon) |
| Smoke on… Smoke on… |
| (Don't forget about that Yellowstone) |
| Well who’s next up to bat with that rat tat tat tat |
| No it ain’t the rage and it don’t be the brat |
| I’m straight from the south, I got it going on |
| Who’s this? |
| it’s that bitch and that switch from Yellowstone |
| Breaking em off a chunk, so don’t even try |
| Puffing on a fry, the T the O the R the I |
| And you know it’s on |
| It’s that E and that Yellowstone |
| So y’all smoke on |
| As I awake in the morning |
| My eyes filled with sleep |
| I’m reaching for the dresser trying to grab my swisher sweet |
| My day is good as gold by the time I get it lit |
| And off to the bathroom to take me a shit |
| And when I’m finished shitting |
| It’s time to get my grub on |
| For breakfast in the morning eating left-over neck bones |
| Watch my eyes and hit the gut |
| Time to serve them fiends bro |
| Flipping through my hood trying to make my daily cash flow |
| Smoke… Smoke On |
| (What you doing E?) |
| Smoke… smoke on |
| (Say fool, I’m getting higher than a mother fucker) |
| Smoke… Smoke on… |
| (with that perignon) |
| Smoke on… Smoke on… |
| (Don't forget about that Yellowstone) |
| What’s up to my hoes? |
| What’s up to my fellas? |
| My colors like my set |
| There green and fucking yellow |
| It’s Lil Vaughn her I come through your gutter |
| Low pros, 84s, predos and peanut butter |
| Back on this set with this fucking E.S.G |
| About to hurt you hoes in the damn industry |
| Pop roof, pop trunk, grab my remote |
| And watch this hoe float off this south killer smoke |
| Well I’m straight from the south |
| With that voodoo and them gators |
| And one thing’s fa sho i got no love for player haters |
| And them white folks shouldn’t never turned me lose |
| Im having breakfast on my seven deuce, pancakes and juice |
| In the 94, it’s that nigga ESG |
| Got them hoes swangin and bangin like I did in 93' |
| But you can back the fuck up cause iIknow that you can’t fade me |
| Like the 8 ball said-won't you smoke on baby |
| Smoke… Smoke On |
| (What you doing E?) |
| Smoke… smoke on |
| (Say fool, im getting higher than a mother fucker) |
| Smoke… Smoke on… |
| (with that perignon) |
| Smoke on… Smoke on… |
| (Don't forget about that Yellowstone) |
| (shout outs——————————————) |