Ayo, D Smoke Man, why don't you represent the 'Wood one time, could you please? Supa Good Smi-doke D-S-M-O-K-E, bitch, it's official I got these other niggas in quite a dill of a pickle 'Cause they bitch want me to pour champagne drip off the nipples Get off, kick off the party, lift off and piss off the people Who kiss up to the establishment, haven't you seen they ego? Like me, no I used to do this shit 'cause I loved it, busted for free though I still do this shit for the love, but add another zero A hero, in my city I'm Diddy mixed with Rico Strong, I throw this dick at my lady like it's a free throw Long time mi love you, designed by heat and struggle With poem rhymes, I bubble, I grind these motherfuckers They never seen nothin' like me Where your roots run? Smoke, he talkin' that shit, nigga, where you from? (Inglewood) We can do somethin' Bro keep talkin' that shit, you just might move somethin' Apply that pressure (pressure), pressure, pressure, pressure Apply that pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure Am I wrong for puttin' us on? You would if you could In my zone, they leave me alone, I'm good in the 'Wood Grey Poupon, it's in the cologne, my foot on your jug' Throwin' stones, you never atone, now look at you Supero mitos, Rico Jugando ese juego with the cheat code Las salud es llave, vengo de grandes principios Hidrando my body, wake up and throw back a Zico Hop up in the morning, get a waffle at the Roscoe's on Manchester I ain't gotta head to Pico Aunque soy sano no puedo decirlo de mis hermanos Si andan tirados, turn you into chorizo, we go Stupid, man, it's ludicrous (ludicrous) Give my girl a kiss and start playin' all in her uterus, zero People did it like me before, the world is new to this Red City, nigga, plenty homies in the blue division I did my homework and my rudiments I made my dome work and stayed true to all my hooligans Now I travel where I want regardless of the destination And if you don't know your way, you just might need an invitation Where your roots run? Smoke, he talkin' that shit, nigga, where you from? (Inglewood) We can do somethin' Bro keep talkin' that shit, you just might move somethin' Apply that pressure (pressure), pressure, pressure, pressure Apply that pressure, pressure, pressure
Written by: Ben Diehl, Calvin Broadus, Daniel Farris, Nicholas Sarazen
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