Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Smokin' And Ridin', artist - Freddie Gibbs. Date of issue: 23.09.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Smokin' And Ridin' |
| Smokin' and ridin' |
| Smokin' and ridin' |
| Smokin' and ridin' |
| I left my love in San Francisco with ten pounds of indo |
| I put her on the road with the work |
| Told her: «hold that first, I’m gon' cash out, get mo'» |
| Down from the jump, hand on the pump, she my shot gun rida' |
| If a nigga want funk, throw him in the trunk |
| Burn him up, pass my lighter |
| Smokin' on killa, straight casualties |
| In your weed like Mickey and Mallory |
| A pimp nigga, bitch nigga, yeah, I gotta be |
| A broke bitch fuck with my allergies |
| (Phoow!) Damn Fred, God bless you |
| These niggas and these hoes can’t stress you |
| A sack of the good, rollin' the wood, ain’t no pressure |
| I got money on my mind, dopeheads on my line |
| Police tryna hit me but they miss me every time |
| 'Bout to smoke it right, pourin' up a pint |
| Police tryna hit me but the miss me every time |
| Smokin' and ridin' |
| Smokin' and ridin' |
| Smokin' and ridin' |
| The gangsta Gibbs and we cruising down these ghetto streets |
| You checkin' out his trials, seeing how they be |
| His cup full of pink, mines full of brown |
| And you know that’s us coming down the block when you hear that sound |
| Right now I’m smoking with Gibbs but girl I’m thinking 'bout you |
| Then I smoke some more with Problem too |
| And when we done smoking, I’m tryna get to you, baby, baby |
| Smokin' and ridin' |
| Smokin' and ridin' |
| Smokin' and ridin' |
| Half a zip of that cali-flower |
| Every time I write rhymes in first class |
| New Rollie on, that’s how I define high times |
| Long way from them drive-bys |
| Them ratchet hoes and them drug dealers |
| Bougie party need a fifty plus |
| I’m bring ratchet hoes and all drug dealers |
| R-N-S, I love niggas, almost more than I love weed |
| Body shots, I see bloods bleed |
| Once you return to hood they say «blood leave» |
| That’s how they show me they love me |
| I thank 'em now that I smash off |
| Drop some bread in my cash vault |
| Then hit the block and drop a half off |
| Smoke with me, roll it up |
| Money stacks getting Kobe tall |
| My young ridder hit his first lick |
| We celebrate even though they roll |
| Dream drag keepin' me calm |
| Stay focused on what I need to do |
| I’m the one, there’s no need for two |
| I bleed the block, it bleed the truth |
| Smokin' and ridin' |
| Smokin' and ridin' |
| Smokin' and ridin' |