Smoke DZA - 1 of 1 lyrics

[Intro: Smoke DZA & (Pete Rock)] (Uh) Yeah (What?) Dead all my cases I got to make this hot I got to make it hot (Let's do it, let's do it) Right (DZA) PR (Uh) Kush God Uh (Let's go) [Verse: Smoke DZA & Pete Rock] I'm tapped in, whole 'nother energy Bo Jack minus the injuries (?) without the drug habits Ron Arteste before he changed his identity LES in front of Epsteins Waldorf, I'm on the West Wing Two bad ones, they best friends One annoying, the b**h could f** up a wet dream Took a hiatus, I'm back boy Papa love the man, they ask for it Blues Brothers sh**, I'm Akroyd f**ing up Peter Louis with Fat Boy The whole flight conspiracy theorists talking about asteroids I'm high as f** watching Bertyle trying to catch Floyd King Pin for em, I'm a pack boy Took a long blink, fast forward Now I'm curving the avenue I'm rapping through Malibu Clear your mind dog, I ain't mad at you Black label, keeping it casual Winter time, it get cold, I might throw on an animal PR where's the tree? It's right here dog, pa** me the fanta leaf Let's take a quantum leap Spaced out, the only space I wanna be Kush God 1 of 1, they wannabes [Break: Sample: Malcom X] This is our motto The purpose of our organization is to start right here in Harlem Which has the largest concentration Of people of African-American decent That exists anywhere on this Earth And bring about the freedom of these people By any means necessary [Outro: Peter Rosenberg] Make some mother f**ing noise for Smoke DZA right now New York (Riight) Harlem stand the f** up (Oh it ain't over) Where my weed heads at Make some sounds Yeah we out