Your convictions are going up with the smoke that you?re blowing in my face, You'll boycott all the evils you know, as long as there?s no nicotine trace
I glide the entire map With the frequent four alarm fire, rap straight up Put weight down, fuck around, you ate up And nigga when I eat, I mean I lick the whole plate up
Backstreet Listen up This seems so hypnotic, smoke and mirrors, lights and magic Paper faces in gold There's soldier boys, beauty queens, everyone's
had to find myself, then remind myself fucked up; im grown, i gotta blame myself streets taught me everything; i trained myself did wrong so long, didn't know nothin' else then while i grew up
dies Yeah, when the out's hooked up with the Refugees It be more niggas than the N.A.A.C.P. Comin' up on weed of all type Smokin' home-grown out tobacco
"cheating", you say "sux" "Cheating!" "Sux!" "Cheating!" "Sux!" I drink whiskey cause I like the taste You think its bitter but I think its great I also drink whiskey and we smoke
I'm swervin' Damn Natalie, you a crazy chick Yo, shut the fuck up and suck my dick I bust in dudes mouth like gushers motherfucker Roll up on NBC and
pontiac with fuzzy dice in a rigged up black/white my curfew's at 10 but I stay out till midnight sitting' in my ride puffin bennys from my one hitter can't smoke
to do the cokey-coke You'll never see me smokey-smoke Never buy, already brokey-broke Pass me a dollar and I'll roll it up For me though Were gonna
roll some shit Let's smoke out quick befo' anyone ah, them That's them the po-po back up on me Nigga me fucked up now Little time they screamin' on
it down For the nation, 'Thugz All Ova Da World' The Thugs, they cool and the only thing we smoke will be the bud But trip and we gon' rip shit up, shit up
you heard! Remember when you're all alone, my cellular phone, was turned off. Smokin' burners with my dog, and it's all good, baby. Everyone who steal
you heard [Bizzy Bone] Remember when you're all alone, my cellular phone Was turned off, smokin' burners with my dogs, and it's all good baby Everyone who steal
more Y'all clone him and what if I got my peeps to flip in And vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up And your luck get fucked up, ready me buck
I got a headache this big Word up, word up, word up It's kinda hot in here Word up, word up, word up Funk Doc, word up, Scarface, yo, yo It can't be
fight for space neighbourhood show the hustle, still we grind to win tryin' to find a way, to come up on 2 pounds of yay and double up it, ain't never
from Cali, so you know I'm smokin' flavor Ain't fuckin' with blunts, you know we only smokin' paper And I throw it up so you that they know just what
I'm like Bumblebee, firin' in his head Hittin' your ligaments, nigga believe you're dead Pullin' the trigger, causin' smoke, I'm right here Nah, nigga I don't know Shakin' his body I steal
