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 |