But I can?t save you Ask for me to be a friend to you Give me a break, give me a break As for me, I?ll be right here A shotgun and a rocking chair [
I'm loaded like a Shotgun. - Got one - under my coat! It's late night, no stage fright. - I'm going for broke While I'm hittin' my smoke. I'm contemplatin
demon man ------------------- Yo pass me that salsa tray Or pass me a blunt, or hey I wanna just drift away, drift away Verse 6: koopsta I be smokin
I felt the need for the weed The smoke of game They set the cheese Just for me The (?) p-urity The b to the u Da da da d The weed Get me shotgun Oh please
: Smoke rises from a fire that warms the small cabin there As the young girl inside lights her man's big pipe And kisses him goodnight But he is still
(fire in your ear) Yeah, knowhatimsayin, (true indeed) God, you the first, (sing it baby), spit! [U-God (Leathafase)] The hot fly shit, do or die forces
good deck but she picked the wrong card Had a kid, now she's realizin' life is hard A big time dope dealer's all she wanted Who drove a Jag or a Benz
, full body armor Soning niggas like Alfredo in Godfather Two shot revolver, that Dillinger shit In the A-R 15, Bentley or six We taking trips to Morocco just to tan We smoke
ain't the one for the dibbin and dabbin shit I make it happen, you got your ass caught All you saw was fire, from the Honda Passport Or the M.P., what
clips, survivin wit bricks We beefin on the 4th you got to die on the 5th Like I wasnt hustlin dope or robbin the blocks Starvin or not, carvin the cheek
Aston, I'm moving real slow Boston road to Dyer Ave them n-gga, ahh for the life I have I'm the one to make the artists blow, Nintendo smoke emdo then
felt the need for the weed The smoke of game they set the cheese Just for me the [unverified] purity The D to the U da da da d The weed get me shotgun
is smoke Yeah, that motherfucking green Yeah, that got damn dope I fuss wit' that light green, I fuss wit' that drizzle, hoe I puts fire to the tail, I smokes
Soning niggas like Alfredo in Godfather Two shot revolver, that Dillinger shit In the A-R 15, Bentley or Six We taking trips to Morocco just to tan We smoke
of the line guaranteed Your love is my rest The coal catches fire And I'm down the wire in a flash That big old smoke stack Is belching out black smoke
smokin wit me Any lace smokers in the motherfucker [chorus] Wut chu smokin nigga? ! (dank nigga dank da dank da dank nigga) huh? Wut chu smokin nigga
you frostin' ya hand (fuck), cause knockin' off these bricks then often yo' man that's the kinda boss that I am (why not), and i'ma play shotgun, smoke
why at 3:30 I'm seein' shit Screwin' three or four broads like a trail of piss Takin' three or four rolls I ain't feelin' shit Give me three or four
