Lyrics:
the smoke clear, didn't know what to say,
But come what may, I guess I'll be ok,
I can't complain
Got me a broken leg, actin' like a fool,
Jumped off my
diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael
Can't really trust nobody
I've been the one who has been frightened
And almost borne away
By the very thoughts that I feared yesterday
And it must be dust or smoke
(I got one on each arm)
Double Up
I'm back up in the VIP, in a cloud of smoke
Be poundin, surrounded by all my folks
Give me another shot, damn
chapters and some verses, you seek and you find
Look no further here I go, Big Will, Johnny Inferno
Flame by hip-hop burns eternal
All aboard on my train
nigga, he ain't trippin' (so what's happenin'?)
Man, I ain't got yo' money (go 'head)
Well, yo, check this out, nigga
What's up, fool?
What's up?
cry when I come to get you
I hit you with two Glocks, and leave you with scar tissue
On some loco shit, my pistol smoke yo' shit
Let's go for dolo
thirty-five percent
Hoes hope I lay so I look both ways
Cops say, "It's okay", my tint smoke gray
It's no way nigga leave without handing me my shit
Got
the barge go by He comin' to talk to you / Norman Who is Senator Pullman anyway Why do I have to signal the barge? / Iris Welcome to the Caribbean, put
[Lil Wayne]
Bitch look up in the sky it's the bird fucking man
Junior daddy shitting on the game
You probably see me sitting on the Range
I
spittin' all that bourgeoise, my watch, my car
I'm a star, I'd rather be a comet by far
Old school players to new school fools
'Kast keep it jumpin'
come on
[Snoop Dogg]
Hey, be -A-D this D-O-G, you got some Chronic smoke
I'm at the house, fresh out, Dogg and burned out
I can't find it so I
True story ain't no lieing
A wise man can play a fool but a fool can't play wise
Unless you judge me by my cover so you can't read between my lines
Yeaaheaa, It's ya boy Mr.Easy Rider
Right here on the easy hour
With a lil Kush and Orange Juice
For you to wake and bake to
You know how we do yall
Affiliation with death row Niggas get
Their caps pealed back
Fool this the west coast
Fuck a misdemeanor I'm raisin
Hell like felonies
Mr makaveli straight
let it smoke and smell that shit
I can't see shit, you're foggin' up the room
Gimme that shit, bitch, you're hoggin' the balloon (hey)
I might just
partner smoke him
Chuck E Cheese, I'm about pizza and my Rol' on
I'm a gangster, I don't dance, baby I poke
Right now I'm surrounded by some gangsters
Hey homeboy how come everywhere you go you have to go by limousine man
Hey man that's my thing
I know its your thing
Every time I see you you are
(Hitmaka)
(Shan)
(Ayy, Benjamin he got benjamins)
Fast car, I want all the smoke
Yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah, yeah, all the smoke
Porsche 911,
See this is the only thing we know
I blow kush again, on the push again,
With a bad lil' cute lil' Mexican
Uh, zigzag how I roll mine
You can tell
thirty-five percent
Hoes hope I lay so I look both ways
Cops say it's "Okay", my tint smoke gray
It's no way nigga leave without handing me my shit
Got
that pours the whiskey on his broken heart
Cigarettes create the smoke that hides the lonesome in his eyes
The jukebox plays Hank, "I'm So Lonesome I
pop 'em (I bet I do)
A hunnid shottas, two oppas, I bet these Glock I pop 'em
Ayy, I think lil' homie scared, fool
He say, "I'm ready, fool
an old wedge of fun
In a dirty dusty room
On TV, hey it's Mr. T
Man, his jewelry shines
He's so cool and he pities the fools
Who waste them precious
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