| Smokin’on that doe doe and a skunk
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| As I bump with the humps in the trunk
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| I’m sippin’on that Hennesey because it’s all good
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| As I bounce to a party in the hood
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| Slide, slide, slippety slide
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| Because I heard it was a party jumpin’on the Westside
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| Ride, Dogg, show me your eyes
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| So I’ma drink this Hennesey and give my head a real drive
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| Now the rat-tat-tat-tat strapped on my back-back
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| Nothin’jacked but the cracker playa hater talkin’smack
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| 'Cause the party that I’m headed fo’is oh so deep
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| And it’s a Tony Lang thang so I’m bound to creep
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| Now Suga Free don’t dance, but I’d like to now
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| And my hoes can’t go until my money is right
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| Now I’m about to get go after I G up from the feet up And roll this weed up, like ?, speed up with the beat up And roll. |
| Baby hold that stearin wheel while I roll this indo
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| Better known as the magic wand, the bomb, the antidote
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| The twilight smoker, 'fore smoke
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| As I swerve by the curb on some herb gettin’smoked
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| Hittin'16 switches is the life
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| While your girl send you to players anonymous, I perform like the Macs
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| I sell her dreams to her like a quiet storm
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| The only reason why they be worth pennies is to keep her ankle from her
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| As I tip top out the Cadillac
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| I see my homie DJ Quik and Tony Lang with that sticky green thang
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| ?? |
| up in a planatary temper high
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| Tryin’to prevent a player from gettin’his pie, so let me fly
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| Sway, as I begin to hit the Chronic I see birds
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| I’m paranoid but I still want that herb
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| Somebody ??? |
| cause my cotton mouth is back but I’m feelin’superb
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| I’m in la-la land and I’m tweaky
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| I’m in la-la land, but I see these girls freaky
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| I’m in la-la land, time to start creepin'
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| One two three, I emerge as a G The Chronic got my membrane stuck
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| I’m Suga Free and I don’t give a huff
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| And my eyes are oh so loaded
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| That I can barely focus in on my folks
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| Sway, it’s reserve, as I tip-toe
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| Slip and slide to the flow where the? |
| heatho?
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| Really though, here we go ho
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| Foe everytime I look around I see hoes
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| So many different freaks to be chose
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| So what you sayin'? |
| What you sayin'?
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| Spit that game and bust these hoes
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| ?? |
| caught me for a dog, how?
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| Got you niggas slippin’with this freak in, bow wow
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| That? |
| was to, her skirt got hooked, her man got shook
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| Cause that’s the way it’s written down in a players book
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| To a bitch thinkin’just like blue
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| Don’t let her bounce off me, so we can stick on you
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| Now if you got a sack of weed say Right, right
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| Now hold it up and wave it from side to side
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| Cause your party ain’t a party if you ain’t got weed
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| Woman cloud and contact smoke that I can book breath
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| Yeah I can feel my heart beat
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| It’s Suga Free, come take this weed from me And something’s wrong, I think I’m sprung, off of that twee. |
| Suga Free
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| And I feel so high, my mouth is dry
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| But I wanna fly in the sky and say goodbye as I rise
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| Seems. |
| As I take a deep breath from that boo-boo AKA the chronic
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| Not that boo-bop that you got
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| Seperate mine from yours, fool, I want the pie
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| That every other bud head do The certain general has just informed you and I To inhale and exhale, to breathale my bale well
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| Smokin on that doe doe and a skunk… |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Doe Doe And A Skunk, artist - Suga Free. Album song Street Gospel, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп