Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): Barnes, Baxter, Olivier
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NatureSmoke Lyrics:
Peep the reprucussions, causing deep discussions
Brothers that fight might only speak to cousins
Rugged life but niggas in my fleet is stubborn
Grandma's they turn to Stella's when they need some loving
My name holds weight, bigger than a Saint Bernard
Some think because it's rap that it ain't a job
Think again, I try to sepearate my do's from don'ts
Niggas be slittin' they wrist, losing they hoes
Some dudes be confused when they broke
Misrabale, looking death in the eye don't blink quick to smile
My hoodrats be women now, [unverified] lot
Yall'a always be my bitches lonely or not
How much ass can I pass up? Tilt your glass up
This one's for the kids in Arkansas that shot they class up
When I smoke I like my hash crushed beleive it or not
Q-B forever niggas keeping it locked
Smoking cheeba, some supply it some'll grow it
Reefer, some'll buy it some'll roll it
The chronic, if you try'd it then you know it
The toxic, I'm getting high when I roll it
You know I wanna hit the chocolate
Some brothers love to see them clouds
The hydro, some brothers love to get aroused
The la-la, in some paper or a dutch
The ganja, I can't wait to get a rush, marijuana
I play cards with Ray Charles, cheat for a grand
Once I deal out the deck take a peak at his hand
He got blackjacks but still losing is weak
I write a hook and feel my beat
Trayino, Mike G should read his feet
Play these niggas, now in 98 no time to graze niggas
'Cause they might tell, white judges, like the icegrill
Hoes set you up the same way that Pac and Mike fell
Private affairs if I know your wife well
Switch to different subjects
Some of the styles that I hit you up with
I make it hard for you to kick your tough shit
Major adjustments, I package a flame for all you bustas
Wrapped up put on a shelf full of substance
I drug clicks, anti-biotic, rarely spotted
Niggas hear my name periodic
I feel we got it King of New York
Only the real'll cop it
Smoking cheeba, some supply it some'll grow it
Reefer, some'll buy it some'll roll it
The chronic, if you try'd it then you know it
The toxic, I'm getting high when I roll it
You know I wanna hit the chocolate
Some brothers love to see them clouds
The hydro, some brothers love to get aroused
The la-la, in some paper or a dutch
The ganja, I can't wait to get a rush, marijuana
I been all across the world on my quest for some herb
Spots be selling dirt keep the federal resevere
Smoking in bongs, niggas know that its 'dro in the Bronx
I like that stinky green shit that be growing in swamps
Half-Baked puff, puff, then you pass it to me
Good weed'll make you eat the last shit on your plate
Forget your songs seperate stix from stones
If your chronic come with stix leave that shit alone
Smoking cheeba, some supply it some'll grow it
Reefer, some'll buy it some'll roll it
The chronic, if you try'd it then you know it
The toxic, I'm getting high when I roll it
You know I wanna hit the chocolate
Some brothers love to see them clouds
The hydro, some brothers love to get aroused
The la-la, in some paper or a dutch
The ganja, I can't wait to get a rush, marijuana
Smoking cheeba, some supply it some'll grow it
Reefer, some'll buy it some'll roll it
The chronic, if you try'd it then you know it
The toxic, I'm getting high when I roll it
You know I wanna hit the chocolate
Some brothers love to see them clouds
The hydro, some brothers love to get aroused
The la-la, in some paper or a dutch
The ganja, I can't wait to get a rush, marijuana
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