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Smokey

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Pump up the volume, it's that west coast shit,
Marijuana on track, so you know it's lit
I got a fat one burnin in my right hand
Pass em to the left man
Roll another one cuz we can't land yet
Heat on the speakers yeah it's smoove on the beat
And all the heat from the mic I just be writin my sheets
Yeah this is old school rap right back in the game
Smokey made another one and you'll remember my name
Smokin' that pot, I should probably get a job
Cause rap is just hobby I ain't coppin' any guap
At least I'm gettin' props and my comments at the top
Wavin' down to haters that are promtin' me to stop
I just laughed, cause they don't have the passion for the craft
Feelin' like im spaced out off the xannies wait what
You ain't stoppin' me yo I'm snappin' you in half
That's a metaphor for when you step into my path
And clash with the momentum you never knew I had
Just tune in to the music and forget why you were mad
It ain't worth the worry over stupid shit like that
You tried to kill my vibe, but my mood is still intact
The way you choose to interact I think your views are outta whack
But that's a personal opinion no one's perfect that's a fact
So I'm cruisin to the studio returnin' to my task
Enjoying all the love I get from spittin all my raps
Pump up the volume, it's that west coast shit
Marijuana on track, so you know it's lit
I got a fat one burnin in my right hand
Pass em to the left man
Roll another one cuz we can't land yet
Heat on the speakers yeah it's smoove on the beat
And all the heat from the mic I just be writin my sheets
Yeah this is old school rap right back in the game
Smokey made another one and you'll remember my name
Like a cloud of smoke, I be driftin away
It's always the same shit, different day
Tappin ashes of the same spliff different tray
Give my headphones roll a beat and start hittin replay
Why would I rap if you predict what I say
And picture the wall before the bricks have been laid?
I don't plan to follow in this frickin parade
Stricken with rage, and restricted by this minimum wage
The same reason young people are grippin a gauge
Flickin' and stickin people with switchable blades
Wish for the day they can switch up their ways
A pivotal stage of life, like they're flippin the page
And changin' the chapter that became a disaster
Passed by the moment that I'm claiming to capture
I wanna slow down but they're making it faster
Make an end of my day cuz I'm too wasted and plastered
Pump up the volume, it's that west coast shit
Marijuana on track, so you know it's lit
I got a fat one burnin in my right hand
Pass em to the left man
Roll another one cuz we can't land yet
Heat on the speakers yeah it's smoove on the beat
And all the heat from the mic I just be writin my sheets
Yeah this is old school rap right back in the game
Smokey made another one and you'll remember my name

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