Tha Dogg Pound - Smoke lyrics

rate me

Man, I gotta stop smoking this shit

Cause that shit gon straight

[Snoop]

I cant stop, and I wont stop, ha ha ha ha

Damn, yeah, staright blueberries

[Kurupt]

This microphones is mines, I seen you scopin

I'm hopin that you step so I can bust your chest open

This is how I am, this is my mentally

Don't try to battle me, I cause fatalities

And this is how it is when the microphone put to torture

MC's done tried to step but I caught ya

I'm like a sorcerer, magical with rhymes

I'm one of a kind, my lines too inclined for your mind

And that's the way it is, you cant see me so don't even try

I wonder why MC's done tried to step in and they died

Now I be that MC, you cant see that

Lyricist that breaks MC's backs

Matter of a fact that aint the way you should do it

This is how it is in showbiz

I know this MC cant even get close

Cause I rock shit from the west to the east coast

[Snoop]

Why they wanna fuck with my smoke

Why they wanna fuck with my smoke

Kurupt tell me, why they wanna fuck

Now I'm rollin in the fast lane tryin to find the right lane

I'm spittin game like big pimpin is my name

I need a flame, so I can get this shit lit

Its snoop dogg, I'm bout to drop me a hit

I got my nigga named kingpin to the right

And we plan on smoking all night

and when we through my nigga named priest gon increase the peace

Blaze up another sack, get your kakies creased

Cause its on and poppin, aint no stopping

Snoop is on the mic I'm lyrically hoppin

Poppin just like a motherfuckin strap

Don't talk shit cause your best to watch your back

Because umm, why you sleepin we creepin

And um, we got a fat sack of blueberries, its scary

My brother jerry told me one day

He said snoop when you reach the top will you please blaze a J

For me and my homie J d-o-g, who's in the penitentiary but see

Its still cool to me cause Ima swing it on bring it on

Got another fat sack so blaze up the ozone

It on like that we aint no joke

So motherfuckin back off or jack off for my smoke, smoke, smoke

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

Why they wanna fuck with my smoke

Somebody tell me Why they wanna fuck with my smoke

They say no to dope, and ugh to drugs

But motherfuck that I'm a motherfuckin thug nigga

[Tha Relativez]

Spots stay open, under water hydro

orange fire and chronic out the side door

Dogg soprano, sugar buddha the pimp

Been had hoe's, been havin chips

Spit out gangsta shit like haa chooo

In a ride, ahh with teezy with red haa shoes

Tha relatives, how gangsta is that

Half my life blowin do do wit a strap in my lap

Just goin out the ills and its hurtin niggaz

Kickin niggaz door down and searchin niggaz

In the fence for a week and its perkin niggaz

You niggaz aint some gangstaz you some working niggaz

Aint no mo silent niggaz

My prediction, 2004 theres gon be hoes and snitchin niggaz

Or peepin niggaz out the barrel of a 40

Hood on hood crime, homies killing homies

?? to harlem, chips flippin we ballin

aint nuttin better than being young gangsta and ballin

blowed outta mind, probably be the high some more

master money marna for the law

I'm from the salty 619, home of the corca

Mystica holders with pistolas and purple morta

Americas finest find me north of tha border

Please, no seeds, break bread cost an awful lot

Chay flag on a borca, slide in croca's

Splitters or the swishers, twisters, hundred sport cars

This for big tony, homey in the yinta

Inglewood to tango, relativez the bleeka

[Chorus: repeat 3X]

Why they wanna fuck with my smoke

Somebody tell me Why they wanna fuck with my smoke

They say no to dope, and ugh to drugs

But motherfuck that I'm a motherfuckin thug nigga