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Smoke, Smoke, Smoke That Cigarette! (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! (Tex Williams) · How the West Was Swung, Vol. 6: Smoke a Little of This (Tom Morrell) · Serenade to a Bus Seat (Clark Terry) · Plastic Seat Sweat (Southern Culture on the Skids) · Soul Chronology, Vol. 3: Save a Seat for Me (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Count Your Blessings/This Is What the Edge of Your Seat Was Made For (Bring Me the Horizon) · Hot Rod: Back Seat Movers (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Front Row Seat (Josh Abbott Band) · This Is What the Edge of Your Seat Was Made For (Bring Me the Horizon) – and 90 other albums »


and all in dress
And a four by four with the alter steps
Doing donuts underneath the old chest
I need a chick on time 'cause mine be early
Think I ride or I
me, Phat bring yo ass home
Not right now cause I'm gettin my thug on
Eyes low, Yeah I'm smokin off the pound
Hat back, seats low-me and my round
4-4 in
beer to the summer smoke. 
And the meat loaf to the Billy Joel. 
Certain songs they get so scratched into our souls.

She goes low on the seats when
[Repeat: x 2]

Blowin' doe doe
Blowin' doe doe
Blowin' doe doe with this 4 4

It ain't no joke up in here, got so much smoke up in here
That you'll probably
niggas
We on some same shit
I hit that smoke with ya, I pour that 4 with ya
You on the low, well yeah I'm on the low with ya
Pick up and go get you
I
No matter what they say I smoke hundred joints a day
Laying by my chopper, chopper laying by my safe
No matter what they say I smoke hundred joints
No matter what they say I smoke hundred joints a day
Laying by my chopper, chopper laying by my safe
No matter what they say I smoke hundred joints
the biggest nigga's in the yard get broke
I done took blocks through war, took blocks for fall
Took blocks to Wall for box of raw
What you think 33 in
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Blowin' doe doe
Blowin' doe doe
Blowin' doe doe with this 4 4

It ain't no joke up in here, got so much smoke up in here
That you'll probably
roll by I got nothing on me
'Cause the smoke's already in the air
I am looked up with two braids in my hair
All start with the kaki suit
I'm gonna
Well, if you're one of the millions who own one of them gas-drinking, piston-clinking, air-polluting, smoke-belching, four-wheeled buggies from
in bumpers, chrome and grille
Leather seats, stitch and tuck, TV screens and wooded wheels

That candy paint, 84's, built in bumpers, chrome and grille
the smoke stack 
Put the gas hole in make em all smokey

Cups in the sky everytime I ride by.
All the girls wanna ride,
Go ahead and climb inside.
Black
the announcer
Bound to get the crowd
Bouncin'
Yes and it counts and
In this corner representin' the
Best in the west
Died from four bullets
Two in
the announcer
Bound to get the crowd
Bouncin'
Yes and it counts and
In this corner representin' the
Best in the west
Died from four bullets
Two in
And maintain, and maintain 

I smoke and maintain, cause it soothes my body 
In my big body, cause I'm a big body 
No sipping, just hipping like legit
isle 
just a day in the life on the james 
west grace street 
never know who you'll see 
late night 
frat fights front porch cary street 
richmond
ballin bankhead

[x4:]
Louie v bag be dats were the cash be jeans stay saggin million doallar mouthpiece

Catch me flying by in a two seater fitted hat
wait a minute!
A car full of thug niggas geah I'm in it (geah)
In a Lex but the seats back any to ??
Hoes green and cash raid to spin it
Who the G's with
in your cage, the other 4 in your face
And you don't want that

I catch a nigga, who ain't pump at
Send 'em to one of my custy's and bring a lung
in the sky
Please, undo your seat belt for takeoff
You are now free to smoke about the cabin

I'm Dre from back in the day from
NWA from black
All right this is a one, a two
A one two three four

So far she's taken three red lights
Four wrong turns
She's got the leatherette seat full
the worlds most dangerous group
Four deep in the coup
(Im a spill it)

I'ma smoke where I wanna smoke (fuck that)
I'ma choke who I wanna choke (fuck that)
Four steps in the morning, 
Two steps in the day, 
Three steps in the evening, 
The darkness is a?blazing all the angels? seats
And soldiers step
, the clouds on loud
I got raised by the blue street lights of four cities
My heros died in prison: George Jackson
Action, she's Buttaflyin, I'm cool eyein
And I