Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 2nd Hand Smoke, artist - Twiztid.
Date of issue: 07.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
2nd Hand Smoke |
I represent the East side, no peace |
Fuck the police |
We tell you to increase the deceased at least |
A grown man tellin' you something that he believe |
Practice to deceive, no more tricks up my sleeve |
What the fuck bitch? |
What bitch? |
Why you talkin' shit? |
Better duck bitch |
Before your dome get hit |
This shit is Twiztid deeper than that old French braid |
Stickier than jam and jelly face, kick it |
Everybody else still talkin bout something |
What you thought you heard, bitch? |
Can it, cause you’re frontin |
Dead wrong |
Dinner table conversations |
Leavin' you pistol-whipped in the corner with abrasions |
Call it a contamination of mind state |
Sleep in a dream, hopin' it’s gone when I awake |
Mama think I’m a flake (Corn Flake serial killa!) |
Froot Loop bitin' my mind like Godzilla |
We survive like caterpillars in cocoons in caskets |
Stretch the industry like elastic |
So fantastic, like the Newport cigarette that I smoke |
Hit the mothafucka till I choke |
I brag and I boast about nothin' |
Death, dying, and hoes fuckin' |
So understand that he’s saying somethin' |
Never be heard I’m underground with the dirt and grime |
Smashin' heads be my reason for rhyme |
I’m on time like a mothafucka |
Leavin you hangin in the forest |
Standin in some comfortable shits like Chuck Morris |
Check the chorus |
Second hand smoke when you breathe |
Remember what I told you always believe |
You relieve I’m the Monoxide Child, I’m wild |
Travel the world on nine cloud screaming loud |
Free your mind |
Breath it in, second hand smoke |
Free your mind |
Breath it in, second hand smoke |
You phony bitches wanna shut me down |
Pullin' plugs on the microphones |
Hatin' on the individual handle Mr. Bones |
Hope your speakers 8 ohms or they dead blown |
If they are, turn this mothafucka up and mash on |
As we blast past bitch ass niggas at fast rates |
Growin' at a fast pace made my heart race |
Lookin' death in the face and I don’t even shudder |
If my woman starts cheatin, motherfuck her, bitch |
I’m out for self, free weed, fame and wealth |
So take your hopes and dreams |
And put that shit back on the shelf |
Cause we rollin' in a ride far from stolen |
Cigarette lighters, power windows, wood grain, motors and |
Takin' curbs with ease, blowin' trees, lookin' Chinese |
Hopin' that the cops ain’t tailin' me |
Tryin' to violate the glass house |
Nigga pass the blunt before you pass out |
Cause now it’s on, pushin' hubcaps |
Patrollin' the hood, so fuck that |
Heard the shit and the shit is all wack |
Plannin' the attack, cause we move when it’s dark at night |
Believe the rumors, cause they probably all right |
Outta sight like concealed weapons and drug trades |
Barricading your door for the raid |
And in the shade is a sawed off double-barreled pump |
Lookin' for mothafuckas who wanna jump |
Cause I got 13 bullets in my pocket I’m a mad man |
My trigger finger turnin' suckers to sand |
Distraught from head trauma |
You can’t even see the drama |
I get the persona from marijuana |
At night I lay stressed with no place to go |
All by my lonely screamin' out fuck that show |
Cigarettes, blunt smoke I love the smell |
Player hate me cause I smoke, burn in hell |
This shit ain’t for everybody |
I live to sever bodies, so melancholy |
Suicide is just a folly and I’m out |
Free your mind |
Breath it in, second hand smoke (what, what) |
Free your mind |
Breath it in, second hand smoke |
Free your mind |
Breath it in, second hand smoke (what) |
Free your mind |
Breath it in, second hand smoke |
Free your mind |
Breath it in, second hand smoke |
Second hand smoke, second hand smoke, What |
Free your mind |
Breath it in, second hand smoke (yeah) |
Free your mind |
Breath it in, second hand smoke (right) |
Free your mind |
Breath it in |