Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Smoke (feat. Kurupt & Snoop Dog) , by - Snoop Dogg. Release date: 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 |
| ?? |
| 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 |