Big Pokey & Chris Ward - Smoke-n-maintain lyrics
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(feat. H.A.W.K) [talking] Get your smoke on, maintain Get your smoke on, maintain Maintain, get your smoke on, maintain [Hook] Smoke and maintain, and maintain And maintain, and main-taaain [Big Pokey] 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 Smoking like a broke pit, gotta keep some'ing lit Hit the scene clean, with my mask on On hydro, some niggaz don't last long First sweet, got me sleeping in seep Shoes off, scratching the feet ready to eat We blowed, swerving in the road Send 'em home perving, early in the commode Live by the code what, ball till you fall Smelling like a pound, when I fall in the mall From the shop, straight mashing on a bop Simply cologne, 'case I run into a cop Even with smoke, on top of my brain I stay on my game, cause I smoke and maintain [Hook x2] [Chris Ward] You know I roll candy, low-pro vogues and 4's Blow dro like a sick kid, blows his nose Stay riding high, like a roller coaster goes And when it comes to this rap, I keep a dose of flows I got this game mapped out, like a poster shows From East to West I'm one of the best, from coast to coast Turning corners in the hood still, blazing up good kill Popping the trunk, and gripping a wood wheel Smoking on kryptonite, twist it tight (what's that boy), chronic leaves mixed with flight All I need now nigga, is a six and a Sprite So I can fall and ball, in the mix tonight I'm getting blowed [Hook x2] [H.A.W.K.] I smoke and maintain, with two hands on the grain Bezeltyne piece and chain, ten karat pinky ring I swang, to the left to the right With bang, and bubble head lights Nuts hang, as I blow top flight Two puffs got me feeling, as high as a kite That's right, I can't cope with that bullshit dope It's either hydro or endo, or killer rope I smoke only the finest, it must be your heiness As soon as I finish this verse, you will rewind this I can't live with piness, is that a plus or a minus Two puffs from the blunt, it clears my sinus Puff-puff pass, when I'm in my zone Watch me smash, when I'm on the microphone I'm gone (I'm gone), when I'm blown on that doja I keep's my composure, or else it's game over [Hook x4]
