Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dancin', Smokin', Drinkin', artist - Kurupt.
Date of issue: 22.10.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dancin', Smokin', Drinkin' |
Dancing, smoking, drinking |
Slowly blinking |
Another Cali weekend |
Dancing, smoking, drinking |
Slowly blinking |
Another Cali weekend |
The nerve of the trick, the nerve of the trick |
The nerve of the trick, the nerve of the trick |
The nerve of the trick, I swerve with the trick |
Calicos, out to Moe’s, imperial with faness |
Kick left, six hop to the trisket, get to kick rock |
I’ma make something bounce high as the moon |
Coast with the homies, roll through, do what I do |
In the coast where the best roam, you’ll get your chest blown |
Killa Kali be so strange you throw a vest on |
We step on in blue’d up flashing signs |
For the 213 to the 619 we ride |
Westside hard grind, Killa Kali the state |
All day, all night, choking smoking the tray |
Bombay cascades, gangster stepping through blocks |
Common shots tell me what’s hot and what’s not |
Now my weekends are similar but never the same |
Me and the homies ain’t particular, we getting the brain |
Politicing the game, call a chick out her name |
And when I’m hitting the thang I be like ripping the frame |
See I’m a pimp in the game, Cisco is the name |
Me and the homies smoking, the West Coast ain’t changed |
Don’t trip, we the shit, me and my clique all riders |
Quick to scoop your main chick and go and pull an all-nighter |
Posted up at the twin towers |
Overlooking the Bay, popping champagne after hours |
Ladies offer powder, players offer pills |
Money and the power, making million dollar deals |
Got the house on the hills |
Hit the clubs bouncing on chrome wheels |
Hop out with that thug appeal |
Blow the bar up, keep your guard up in Cali |
Cuz my G’s is starving hard up, waiting in the alley |
Who you hating on homey, better turn around slowly |
Blinking, start flashing, what this fool thinking |
Too much smoking, nah, too much drinking |
Nah, just another, just another, Cali weekend |
Out here we agaholics, indo-alcoholic, blazaholics, it’s simple |
They make a few cuz together it multiplies the multitude ripple |
The sides to stabilize the Cripple, Valentinos |
Orange juice Jones, blacks and Latinos, Lancaster and Chino |
Ladies dipping banging, Shalamar |
High priced lizards off blocks of calamari |
Eating on something like fish and chips |
I can’t fuck with, and this is something you just can’t fuck with |
What’s up Shadow |
We minimize fools |
With shaved heads, baggy clothes and tattooes |
No excuse, we all bangers |
Westside riders, g’d up is how you’ll find us homiciders |
We’re chart climbers, ain’t no messing with us |
Mr. Shadow, Cisco, and the homey Kurupt, now what’s up |