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Smoke, Smoke, Smoke That Cigarette! (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! (Tex Williams) · Louis, Louis & Louis (Louis Armstrong) · Heap (Lick) · Angel's Heap, Pt. 1 (Finn Brothers) · Angel's Heap, Pt. 2 (Finn Brothers) · Louis Prima Orchestra (Louis Prima) · Louis Prima [Weton] (Louis Prima) · Tribute to Louis Prima, Vol. 1 (Sam Butera) · Tribute to Louis Prima, Vol. 2 (Sam Butera) – and 90 other albums »


Leave but you can't now.
She came round got lost up in the black cloud.

Big black cloud coming from the smoke stack 
Big black cloud coming from
the middle
It's not the life all she about is that Jimmy Kimmel
I don't have no patience for Prima Donnas
But I'm havin' such a great night I'm bout to go
(One big room full of bad bitches)

And we stunting like
Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada
Basic bitches wear that shit so I don't even
it's easy to see
How a man who worships Buddha ain't got no guarantee

This is the Holy Ghost, Big Bang theory
Pentecostal, fire and brimstone
Mission
here comes the fire
OW they lit it, now I'm burnin by the minute
But check it out, more heads came to chill
Everlast took a pull and passed me to Cypress
is occupied by 1800 souls

Comes Indiana through the smoke
Indiana through the smoke

And this great big buzzing death-hole swells
At the corner
and rewet me

Check it out now, in the same attire
Here comes the fire
Now they lit it, now I'm burning by the minute
But check it out

More heads came
a little good for the trip,
Just in case we get blurred by five 0
'Sir you look high'
I know, but I prefer my eyes low

Can we get higher, and higher,
pine
And I only bring a little good for the trip,
Just in case we get blurred by five 0
'Sir you look high'
I know, but I prefer my eyes low
By the smoke niggas choke niggas cough and they fart 

Need to quit it but they still tryin' to hit it too hard 

It's the... 



Hook (x2):
but a buckshot, Ch, pow!
Motherfuck your life, pussy blood clot
Ain't never been no rapper this cold since 2Pac was froze
And thawed out for a spot
nothing but a buckshot, chck-pow!
Motherfuck your life, pussy blood clot
Ain't never been no rapper this cold since 2Pac was froze
And thawed out for
but the chronic ain't jokin', the PxMxWx is still fuckin' smokin'

[Big Heavy talking]
Yo D, I think we need to drop somethin' for the nine tre,and
where you from put ya lighters up

Damn homie I'm so to'
And I don't think I'm ever gon' smoke no mo'
And I don't think I'm ever gon' drink no mo'
But
Sixty police cars were piled in a heap
Covered in cow pies, covered up deep
Much cow dung

Black smoke rising, darkening the day
Twelve burning
Sixty police cars were piled in a heap
Covered in cow pies, covered up deep
Much cow dung

Black smoke rising, darkening the day
Twelve burning
the dutch like) and I don't think I'm ever gon' smoke no mo'
(Passin' the cup like) And I don't think I'm ever gon' drink no mo'
(Back at the bar like) But
the dutch like) and I don't think I'm ever gon' smoke no mo'
(Passin' the cup like) And I don't think I'm ever gon' drink no mo'
(Back at the bar like) But
the dutch like) and I don't think I'm ever gon' smoke no mo'
(Passin' the cup like) And I don't think I'm ever gon' drink no mo'
(Back at the bar like) But
and the papers rolled up
We ain't worried 'bout a hatin' nigga they get no love

Every time I go out, I'm goin to smoke out
I buy it don't even know the price
and a lighter
And we'll have one hell of a time

I got a California king in my condo
Got a motherfuckin' big screen by the front door
Got a guest bedroom filled
I smoke weed for breakfast
I drink lean for breakfast
I take mollies, I take xannies, I can’t eat no breakfast
Half a pound for breakfast
2 grams
the big neon smoke rings
In the Cherokee Nation hit Muskogee late that night
Somebody ran a stoplight at the Shawnee Bypass
Roscoe tried to miss 'em but
opened up and had some of us for lunch
Ooh, such fire and smoke
Can't God even take a joke? Huh? NO!

So you wanna to back to Egypt
Where your friends
Louis luggage
I’m big pimpin like Pimp C and that Gucci bucket
My crew disgusting little weezy voiced ya
Mercy with the doors up
Like easy it’s yo boy