Текст песни Tha Dogg Pound - Smoke
Tha Dogg Pound - Smoke слова песни
Man, I gotta stop smoking this shitCause that shit gon straight[Snoop]I cant stop, and I wont stop, ha ha ha haDamn, yeah, staright blueberries[Kurupt]This microphones is mines, I seen you scopinI`m hopin that you step so I can bust your chest openThis is how I am, this is my mentallyDon`t try to battle me, I cause fatalitiesAnd this is how it is when the microphone put to tortureMC`s done tried to step but I caught yaI`m like a sorcerer, magical with rhymesI`m one of a kind, my lines too inclined for your mindAnd that`s the way it is, you cant see me so don`t even tryI wonder why MC`s done tried to step in and they diedNow I be that MC, you cant see thatLyricist that breaks MC`s backsMatter of a fact that aint the way you should do itThis is how it is in showbizI know this MC cant even get closeCause I rock shit from the west to the east coast[Snoop]Why they wanna fuck with my smokeWhy they wanna fuck with my smokeKurupt tell me, why they wanna fuckNow I`m rollin in the fast lane tryin to find the right laneI`m spittin game like big pimpin is my nameI need a flame, so I can get this shit litIts snoop dogg, I`m bout to drop me a hitI got my nigga named kingpin to the rightAnd we plan on smoking all nightand when we through my nigga named priest gon increase the peaceBlaze up another sack, get your kakies creasedCause its on and poppin, aint no stoppingSnoop is on the mic I`m lyrically hoppinPoppin just like a motherfuckin strapDon`t talk shit cause your best to watch your backBecause umm, why you sleepin we creepinAnd um, we got a fat sack of blueberries, its scaryMy brother jerry told me one dayHe said snoop when you reach the top will you please blaze a JFor me and my homie J d-o-g, who`s in the penitentiary but seeIts still cool to me cause Ima swing it on bring it onGot another fat sack so blaze up the ozoneIt on like that we aint no jokeSo motherfuckin back off or jack off for my smoke, smoke, smoke[Chorus: repeat 2X]Why they wanna fuck with my smokeSomebody tell me Why they wanna fuck with my smokeThey say no to dope, and ugh to drugsBut motherfuck that I`m a motherfuckin thug nigga[Tha Relativez]Spots stay open, under water hydroorange fire and chronic out the side doorDogg soprano, sugar buddha the pimpBeen had hoe`s, been havin chipsSpit out gangsta shit like haa choooIn a ride, ahh with teezy with red haa shoesTha relatives, how gangsta is thatHalf my life blowin do do wit a strap in my lapJust goin out the ills and its hurtin niggazKickin niggaz door down and searchin niggazIn the fence for a week and its perkin niggazYou niggaz aint some gangstaz you some working niggazAint no mo silent niggazMy prediction, 2004 theres gon be hoes and snitchin niggazOr peepin niggaz out the barrel of a 40Hood on hood crime, homies killing homies?? to harlem, chips flippin we ballinaint nuttin better than being young gangsta and ballinblowed outta mind, probably be the high some moremaster money marna for the lawI`m from the salty 619, home of the corcaMystica holders with pistolas and purple mortaAmericas finest find me north of tha borderPlease, no seeds, break bread cost an awful lotChay flag on a borca, slide in croca`sSplitters or the swishers, twisters, hundred sport carsThis for big tony, homey in the yintaInglewood to tango, relativez the bleeka[Chorus: repeat 3X]Why they wanna fuck with my smokeSomebody tell me Why they wanna fuck with my smokeThey say no to dope, and ugh to drugsBut motherfuck that I`m a motherfuckin thug nigga