Smoke lyrics

Artist  : Tha Dogg Pound 
Song : Smoke



 Send "Smoke" Ringtone to your Cell 

 feat. Tha Relativez, Snoop Doggy Dogg
Man, I gotta stop smoking this shit
Cause that sh*t gon straight

[Snoop]
I cant stop, and I wont 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 cant 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 cant see that
Lyricist that breaks MC's backs
Matter of a fact that aint the way you should do
it
This is how it is in showbiz
I know this MC cant even get close
Cause I rock sh*t from the west to the east coast

[Snoop]
Why they wanna f**k with my smoke
Why they wanna f**k with my smoke
Kurupt tell me, why they wanna f**k
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*t lit
Its snoop dogg, I'm bout to drop me a hit
I got my nigga named kingpin to the right
And we plan on smoking all night
and when we through my nigga named priest gon
increase the peace
Blaze up another sack, get your kakies creased
Cause its on and poppin, aint no stopping
Snoop is on the mic I'm lyrically hoppin
Poppin just like a motherf**kin strap
Don't talk sh*t 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 aint no joke
So motherf**kin back off or jack off for my
smoke, smoke, smoke

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Why they wanna f**k with my smoke
Somebody tell me Why they wanna f**k with my
smoke
They say no to dope, and ugh to drugs
But motherf**k that I'm a motherf**kin thug nigga

[Tha Relativez]
Spots stay open, under water hydro
orange fire and chronic out the side door
Dogg soprano, sugar buddha the pimp
Been had hoe's, been havin chips
Spit out gangsta sh*t 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 niggaz
Kickin niggaz door down and searchin niggaz
In the fence for a week and its perkin niggaz
You niggaz aint some gangstaz you some working
niggaz
Aint no mo silent niggaz
My prediction, 2004 theres gon be hoes and
snitchin niggaz
Or peepin niggaz out the barrel of a 40
Hood on hood crime, homies killing homies

?? to harlem, chips flippin we ballin
aint 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

[Chorus: repeat 3X]
Why they wanna f**k with my smoke
Somebody tell me Why they wanna f**k with my
smoke
They say no to dope, and ugh to drugs
But motherf**k that I'm a motherf**kin thug nigga