Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Smokers Anthem, artist - Z-Ro. Album song Straight Profit, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.08.2011
Record label: SoSouth
Song language: English
Smokers Anthem |
I’sa rude boy like a domino, and finally cause it rolls |
Soar like an eagle, from the porch smoke in my nose |
And I bust it down upon the center, and feel it up with cess |
And start fill licking roll up ganja, now smokers got test |
Gangsta smoker, times is not joker |
Ignite the kill, I wanted to puff and they taught me |
One to one original feeling, watch me take the fondour |
I’mma walk up to the sweet house, and start to rap on the door |
I’mma get a box of phillys from out the sto', and come right back |
Then I’mma roll a philly, fat as a finger and light that |
Lemon lime hydro and regular pine, you know I like that |
Under of the influence of sticky, there’s no need to fight back |
Cause I love it when I be lifted, all of my gears be done shifted |
One deep in the rental car going off, because I’m talented and gifted |
Scooping up nothing but playas, and we’re thinking the same |
Nothing but flipping and sipping, and running a train on Mary Jane |
Love it mayn, rolling em and blowing em all day |
Posted up at the Red Booth Inn, smelling good in the hallway |
With a wet towel up under the do', but that ain’t enough to stop the do-do |
But like the Po-Yo I’m about to rep the logo, smoke on in a tinted out fo' do' |
Nothing but, swisher smoking tonight |
Anything that you want from me, gotta wait till I get high |
I’m not capping but, only sticky green is on my mind |
But if you wanna match your sweet, well I think we can compromise |
I’mma huff and I’m gon puff, cause I done made it a habit |
From point A to point B and even to point C, I’m searching for some cabbage |
Hold up look up in the sky, is it a bird is it a plane |
Naw it’s slim and brown, and smelling so lovely it’s Mary Jane |
I’ll admit it I’mma fiend, for nothing but coedine and killer green |
With a 24 hour lean, I’m always smoking on the scene |
Everybody wanna put me to the test, I’m just trying to ease the tension and |
stress |
Inhale but I gotta let it go, congested in my chest |
In an attempt to bust a lung, hydro ponics got me sprung |
Going broke behind this woman, and willing to spend all my funds |
I gotta get a fat sack for one double O, but lifted that’s fa sho though |
And like the Po-Yo I’m about to rep the logo, smoke on in a tinted out fo' do' |
I’m lighter than Al, trying to smoke myself into another dimension |
Please light up that there, cause I really need to calm my nerves I be tripping |
That’s why I gotta stay smoking, but to keeping my balance is really a challenge |
And I’m violently choking, hit the coat drop 85 mo' when I say fatter than a |
fat pack |
Maybe that would be R-A to the N-K, everyday all day |
Stimulating my mind, Guerilla Maab one deep and I’m one of a kind |
You better not try to crush that love, better pass if you wanna live puff-puff |
giveOn the cool I’m stuck in my buzz, I could poke on golds with red hair punk |
cause I’m blowing kill |
Even if I’m on paper for pulling a caper, I gotta be blowing still |
And you know it’s real, burning kill |
With a wet towel up under the do', but that there ain’t enough to stop the do-do |
And like the Po-Yo I’m about to rep the logo, smoke on in a tinted out fo' do' |