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Gotta be honest with myself I ain't looking for smoke (No smoke, No smoke)
But I still protect myself don't get shit twisted I let off that pole
like

Look, I run in the shit with the Glock
A nigga want smoke it get popped
Aye, I run in yo' shit with the Glock
Aye, A nigga post up he get popped

call me Ray
Shoot up your crib i'll be back again
We go to war we want all the smoke
We go to war we stay with the poles
Yeah yeah
We go to war we want

bands on my waist)
Back in the day get slapped, for selling dope, so we don't smoke no more (oh)
Momma told me don't keep no pole cause my shooters on go

blow smoke
Send that auto at the throat 
How you don't you got to know
Got my girl yes she it
Got my pole yet it hit
Got my blunt yeah it's lit
Haters

boy scary he don't want no smoke
Cause he know that we packing them poles
And move funny we clapping them poles
And he fronted so he had to go

(He had

talkin’ caramel and chocolate
Smokin’ on broccoli
Oou that smoke got to me
Put your hands in my boxer briefs, Uh
Make the Pole Talk for a real boss
Pole

Popped a roll I'm buzzin' bussin'
Got the pole I'm buggin' bussin' 
Gotcha hoe, she lovin' bussin' 
Ain't fuck her though she busted trust me
Popped

a pole/
Nah nah nah/
I neva let my stick jam/
When I had to go/
Nah nah nah/

Neva told/
Even if i had to go, no!!/
Nah nah nah!/
Neva had my hand out/

Get up on that pole girl shake it
Dancing on me like she naked
Looking at that cake can I taste it
All I wanna know girl can you take dick
Get up

Go, go, go
Go, go, go
Go, go, go, yeah
She want a bag
She want a bag
She gotta get it
Gotta get it fast
Yeah
She on the pole
Shakin that ass
Im sayin

Let me talk my shit
Brooklyn
I made a mill on the road
Before I did it with flows
Keep a pole in the sprinter
When we pull up to shows
Made a mill

old life
I was gripping on my pole tight
Yea I was gripping on my pole tight
I've been reminiscing on my old life
Reminiscing on my old life
I was

it
Smash them both, they pop my cork and take a toast!
Tha Mix Breeds will blow you cold

No AC hope you know
Came from the south with this pole
Tha

Road man
I got it on road man
Gotta touch road man
I gotta go man
I don't move slow man
They call me snow man
I got a hoe man
She on the pole man
She

goin' and movin' and running the case up

Hold up, yeah, yeah, so tell me where the case at
Hold up, what, yeah, smoke good gas to the face yeah
Hold up,

Spend it all in the booty club, I love to see you on the pole
I love bad bitches (Bad bitches)
Bad bitches (Bad bitches)
I don't know (I don't know)
I

Two to the one from
The one to the three
I like good pussy and
I like the good trees
Smoke so much weed
You wouldn't believe
I get more ass than

Smoke, smoke
Sonny Digital (I know, I know)
I know what you really like (I know, I know, I know, I know, Uzi Vert)
I know what you really like

yo thing, fuck my sheets 
Girl on that pole you a freak 
Let me hear you clap to the beat

When I'm done with the verse shawty better be down
Fuckin

that that that


Roll dat light dat pass dat i wanna smoke
I’m chiefin like an indian higher than a tolem pole
Kushy got me high like the other side

Shake That

Nate Dogg

Curtain Call: The Hits

2005

Woo, Shady, Aftermath
(Look at that bitch, oh, shit, hey)
There she go, shakin' that ass on the flo'
Bumpin' and grindin' that pole
The way she's

smoke that smoke that smoke (I got it)
That strap that stick that pole (I got it)
That grind that muscle that hustle
I'm a bad motherfucker

I got soul

wing 

Shake the rattle 
Dip the pot 
Cut the skin 
Tie the knot 

Tie the rope 
To the pole 
Stick and rock 
Skull and bone 

Smoke of sage 
Smoke