| Guess who back in the buildin' stackin' them millions
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| Y’all wanted me to rap, I’m bringin' back that feelin'
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| Bridge the gap between mumble rap and these killers
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| Bridge the gap between smokers and Lean sippers
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| These niggas make records to please niggas
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| I make records every second to shelter and feed niggas
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| What is hip-hop these days, jealousy and greed, nigga?
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| Champagne bottles and IG models that tease niggas?
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| I smoke weed to keep my mind at ease, nigga
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| Dr. Dre planted this Chronic seed, nigga
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| Y’all don’t want no smoke with me, nigga
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| L.A. is a hot box, it’s hard to breathe in it
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| Got hives all over my city with bees in it
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| No traffic, they’ll swarm to the club in three minutes
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| And if they late, I bob and weave niggas
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| Always whippin' niggas ass, feelin' like I’m in a Creed, nigga
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| They don’t want no Chronic smoke with me
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| They don’t want no Chronic smoke with me
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| Puff, puff, pass
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| They don’t want no Chronic smoke with me
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| They don’t want no Chronic smoke with me
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| Puff, puff, pass
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| They don’t want no Chronic smoke with me
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| They don’t want no Chronic smoke with me
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| Better pass, homie
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| They don’t want no Chronic smoke with me
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| Y’all better off tryna smoke with me
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| They don’t want no smoke with me
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| They don’t want no smoke with me, my darling
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| They don’t want no smoke with me
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| They don’t want no smoke with me, my darling
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| Darling, darling
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| My Documentary Grammy went to Missy
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| I learned my lesson then
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| Hip-hop'll take your heart no matter the type of vest you in
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| But I was destined then, my legacy
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| And at the end, I could get shot like Pac and I felt like I was his next of kin
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| Had to kick the door down since niggas ain’t wanna let me in
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| Tell 'em its Game but these hoes call me ESPN
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| Sent Nipsey and Kendrick on tour, I had to set the trend
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| Before that, do you remember what condition the West was in?
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| Sittin' there, record playin', Swizz Beatz lecturin'
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| Pharrell told me, «You gotta chill, God gave you a second chance»
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| Even though I respect my fam, don’t move with the TEC in hand
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| And none of y’all nigga don’t want no smoke, not even second-hand
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| I’m from L.A. where even bitches pack an extra friend
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| And we make little niggas like Soulja Boy sneak our weapons in
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| F and Ns that drop one of your F’in friends
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| This kind of smoke’ll make Red not wanna stand next to Method Man
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| They don’t want no Chronic smoke with me
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| They don’t want no Chronic smoke with me
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| Puff, puff, pass
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| They don’t want no Chronic smoke with me
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| They don’t want no Chronic smoke with me
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| Puff, puff, pass
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| They don’t want no Chronic smoke with me
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| They don’t want no Chronic smoke with me
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| Better pass, homie
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| They don’t want no Chronic smoke with me
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| Y’all better off tryna smoke with me
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| They don’t want no smoke with me
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| They don’t want no smoke with me, my darling
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| They don’t want no smoke with me
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| They don’t want no smoke with me, my darling
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| Darling, darling
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| My darling
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| My darling
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| They don’t want no smoke with me |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Smoke, artist - The Game. Album song Born 2 Rap, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп