Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Smoke (feat. Kurupt & Snoop Dog), artist - Snoop Dogg.
Date of issue: 03.07.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Smoke (feat. Kurupt & Snoop Dog) |
Man, I gotta stop smoking this shit |
Cause that shit gon straight |
I can’t stop, and I won’t stop, ha ha ha ha |
Damn, yeah, staright blueberries |
This microphones is mines, I seen you scopin |
I’m hopin that you step so I can bust your chest open |
This is how I am, this is my mentally |
Don’t try to battle me, I cause fatalities |
And this is how it is when the microphone put to torture |
MC’s done tried to step but I caught ya |
I’m like a sorcerer, magical with rhymes |
I’m one of a kind, my lines too inclined for your mind |
And that’s the way it is, you can’t see me so don’t even try |
I wonder why MC’s done tried to step in and they died |
Now I be that MC, you can’t see that |
Lyricist that breaks MC’s backs |
Matter of a fact that ain’t the way you should do it |
This is how it is in showbiz |
I know this MC can’t even get close |
Cause I rock shit from the west to the east coast |
Why they wanna fuck with my smoke |
Why they wanna fuck with my smoke |
Kurupt tell me, why they wanna fuck |
Now I’m rollin in the fast lane tryin to find the right lane |
I’m spittin game like big pimpin is my name |
I need a flame, so I can get this shit lit |
Its snoop dogg, I’m bout to drop me a hit |
I got my nigga named kingpin to the right |
And we plan on smoking all night |
And when we through my nigga named priest gon increase the peace |
Blaze up another sack, get your kakies creased |
Cause its on and poppin, ain’t no stopping |
Snoop is on the mic I’m lyrically hoppin |
Poppin just like a motherfuckin strap |
Don’t talk shit cause your best to watch your back |
Because umm, why you sleepin we creepin |
And um, we got a fat sack of blueberries, its scary |
My brother jerry told me one day |
He said snoop when you reach the top will you please blaze a J |
For me and my homie J d-o-g, who’s in the penitentiary but see |
Its still cool to me cause Ima swing it on bring it on |
Got another fat sack so blaze up the ozone |
It on like that we ain’t no joke |
So motherfuckin back off or jack off for my smoke, smoke, smoke |
Why they wanna fuck with my smoke |
Somebody tell me Why they wanna fuck with my smoke |
They say no to dope, and ugh to drugs |
But motherfuck that I’m a motherfuckin thug nigga |
Spots stay open, under water hydro |
Orange fire and chronic out the side door |
Dogg soprano, sugar buddha the pimp |
Been had ho’s, been havin chips |
Spit out gangsta shit like haa chooo |
In a ride, ahh with teezy with red haa shoes |
Tha relatives, how gangsta is that |
Half my life blowin do do wit a strap in my lap |
Just goin out the ills and its hurtin niggas |
Kickin niggas door down and searchin niggas |
In the fence for a week and its perkin niggas |
You niggas ain’t some gangstaz you some working niggas |
Ain’t no mo silent niggas |
My prediction, 2004 theres gon be hoes and snitchin niggas |
Or peepin niggas out the barrel of a 40 |
Hood on hood crime, homies killing homies |
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to harlem, chips flippin we ballin |
Ain’t nuttin better than being young gangsta and ballin |
Blowed outta mind, probably be the high some more |
Master money marna for the law |
I’m from the salty 619, home of the corca |
Mystica holders with pistolas and purple morta |
Americas finest find me north of tha border |
Please, no seeds, break bread cost an awful lot |
Chay flag on a borca, slide in croca’s |
Splitters or the swishers, twisters, hundred sport cars |
This for big tony, homey in the yinta |
Inglewood to tango, relativez the bleeka |
Why they wanna fuck with my smoke |
Somebody tell me Why they wanna fuck with my smoke |
They say no to dope, and ugh to drugs |
But motherfuck that I’m a motherfuckin thug nigga |