Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Up In Smoke, artist - Nines. Album song Gone Till November, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.07.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Up In Smoke |
How my Nigga drink let me go thirsty |
If I get signed the fiends are going cold turkey |
One piece ain’t enough I need a hundred chains |
They say nines turned holly wood his number changed |
Ice city boys were the hardest team |
I cop your whole crop I’m a farmers dream |
The brick came three quaters short |
I got 21 g’s in the pocket of my three quater shorts |
I ain’t hiding I don’t need no tints |
Snuff that little sparrow I ai’nt seen him since |
Sick of fighting cases |
Rather be living out in vegas |
Crib with like 55 acres |
If I ask your girl on a date she probably saying yes |
So when I’m around, guard your queen like your playing chess |
My jewellers saying |
For a hundred g’s I have my whole body glowing like a super saiyan |
Riding in my city |
Top down listening to biggie on my radio (so all my weed heads) |
Cause I got a bad bitch in the whip |
Chains swinging from my neck |
Looking like a disco |
Feeling like we damn near made it I swear |
Heading to the top we ain’t going no where (no where) |
So to celebrate life just give me the light |
We go blow a little smoke in the air |
Come on let’s blow a little smoke in the air |
Come on let’s blow a little smoke in the air |
Oh come on let’s blow a little smoke in the air |
Oh and I don’t give a fuck how I can get stay got yeah |
Roll up in the place so we can get hot yeah |
Blow a little smoke in the air |
We got the strongest coca |
Grease got the fiends dancing john trovolta |
I floss on a bossy level |
Got the tony the tiger watch its got a frosty bezzle |
Driving in the whip with a super freak |
Shout outs to the necks for all the food for cheap |
And if I ever blow off rap |
I will share but certain niggas won’t get jack |
And since I been banned from the block |
I got time on my hands like a clock |
I can get the heads up get your yard robbed |
Got a k and a 9 like a guard dog |
I just let that food flip |
Fats will rob you and walk past you the next day like 'he won’t do shit' |
Riding in my city |
Top down listening to biggie on my radio (so all my weed heads) |
Cause I got a bad bitch in the whip |
Chains swinging from my neck |
Looking like a disco |
Feeling like we damn near made it I swear |
Heading to the top we ain’t going no where (no where) |
So to celebrate life just give me the light |
We go blow a little smoke in the air |
Come on let’s blow a little smoke in the air |
Come on let’s blow a little smoke in the air |
Oh come on let’s blow a little smoke in the air |
Oh and I don’t give a fuck how I can get stay got yeah |
Roll up in the place so we can get hot yeah |
Blow a little smoke in the air |