Cold 187um - Smoke lyrics

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Cold 187um - Smoke lyrics

Man, I gotta stop smoking this sh** Cause that sh** gon straight [Snoop] I can't stop, and I won't stop, ha ha ha ha Damn, yeah, staright blueberries [Kurupt] This microphones is mines, I seen you scopin I'm hopin that you step so I can bust your chest open This is how I am, this is my mentally Don't try to battle me, I cause fatalities And this is how it is when the microphone put to torture MC's done tried to step but I caught ya I'm like a sorcerer, magical with rhymes I'm one of a kind, my lines too inclined for your mind And that's the way it is, you can't see me so don't even try I wonder why MC's done tried to step in and they died Now I be that MC, you can't see that Lyricist that breaks MC's backs Matter of a fact that ain't the way you should do it This is how it is in showbiz I know this MC can't even get close Cause I rock sh** from the west to the east coast [Snoop] Why they wanna f** with my smoke Why they wanna f** with my smoke Kurupt tell me, why they wanna f** Now I'm rollin in the fast lane tryin to find the right lane I'm spittin game like big pimpin is my name I need a flame, so I can get this sh** lit Its snoop dogg, I'm bout to drop me a hit I got my n***a named kingpin to the right And we plan on smoking all night And when we through my n***a named priest gon increase the peace Blaze up another sack, get your kakies creased Cause its on and poppin, ain't no stopping Snoop is on the mic I'm lyrically hoppin Poppin just like a motherf**in strap Don't talk sh** cause your best to watch your back Because umm, why you sleepin we creepin And um, we got a fat sack of blueberries, its scary My brother jerry told me one day He said snoop when you reach the top will you please blaze a J For me and my homie J d-o-g, who's in the penitentiary but see Its still cool to me cause Ima swing it on bring it on Got another fat sack so blaze up the ozone It on like that we ain't no joke So motherf**in back off or jack off for my smoke, smoke, smoke [Hook: repeat 2X] Why they wanna f** with my smoke Somebody tell me Why they wanna f** with my smoke They say no to dope, and ugh to d** But motherf** that I'm a motherf**in thug n***a [Tha Relativez] Spots stay open, under water hydro Orange fire and chronic out the side door Dogg soprano, sugar buddha the pimp Been had ho's, been havin chips Spit out gangsta sh** like haa chooo In a ride, ahh with teezy with red haa shoes Tha relatives, how gangsta is that Half my life blowin do do wit a strap in my lap Just goin out the ills and its hurtin n***as Kickin n***as door down and searchin n***as In the fence for a week and its perkin n***as You n***as ain't some gangstaz you some working n***as Ain't no mo silent n***as My prediction, 2004 theres gon be hoes and snitchin n***as Or peepin n***as out the barrel of a 40 Hood on hood crime, homies k**ing homies ?? to harlem, chips flippin we ballin Ain't nuttin better than being young gangsta and ballin Blowed outta mind, probably be the high some more Master money marna for the law I'm from the salty 619, home of the corca Mystica holders with pistolas and purple morta Americas finest find me north of tha border Please, no seeds, break bread cost an awful lot Chay flag on a borca, slide in croca's Splitters or the swishers, twisters, hundred sport cars This for big tony, homey in the yinta Inglewood to tango, relativez the bleeka [Hook: repeat 3X] Why they wanna f** with my smoke Somebody tell me Why they wanna f** with my smoke They say no to dope, and ugh to d** But motherf** that I'm a motherf**in thug n***a

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