paroles de chanson Smokin' That S*@%! - KMD
"Why
do
you
keep
smoking
that
shit?
Why
will
you
keep
smoking
that
shit?
Why?
Why?
Why
do
you
keep
smoking
that
shit?"
Aight,
check
it
out
yo,
check
it
out
yo
I'ma
flip
yo,
check
it
out,
bust
it
I
connect
the
spots
like
connect
the
dots
From
the
lower
Eastside,
to
way
up
top
I
got
a
map
to
express
on
the
six,
I
found
Where
they
got
the
raw,
dog,
smoke
at
Soundview
Now,
two
licks
damnit,
do
you
understand?
Nuff
respect
to
the
dread
man
or
I'ma
dead
man
I
ain't
no
fake
man
for
the
red
hand
It's
just
my
warmth
and
with
instructions
from
Redman
Whomever
I
step
to,
remove
the
Phillie
Phoonta
'Cause
I
used
to
know
this
bitch
and
it
killed
her,
that
bitch
is
dead
I'm
smokin'
that
shit
'cause
I
got
a
thousand
jokes
Like
puttin'
your
moms
in
the
yoke
'cause
she
broke
some
choke
Bitch,
you're
blowin'
up
the
spot,
be
out
Yo,
either
get
some
dough
or
get
the
fuck
down
South
With
your
bitch
ass
son
and
tell
him
throw
up
his
dukes
So
I
can
spend
his
lunch
loot
at
noop,
noop
Check
it,
I
do
the
hip,
hip,
hop,
the
hibby,
the
hibby
dibby
Kurious
the
too
fly
magician,
never
givin'
These
niggaz
a
piece
of
my
pie
'cause
yo
my
shit
is
fat
Just
like
my
pockets,
your
girl's
titties
is
flat
So
when
the
bitch
slid
in
correct
with
the
funk
from
the
big
bra
I
kindly
reply,
with
a
smile,
aiyyo,
chill
hot,
damn
Uh,
uh,
uh,
I'm
so
sorry
Umm,
eat
your
tits
'cause
them
shits
is
from
Somalia
Check
it
out,
on
the
one
to
the
two
It's
some
shit
from
the
zoo,
it's
the
CM
crew
Now
from
the
cocks
with
the
blocks,
on
the
street
or
the
goat
With
the
forty,
the
glocks,
the
Phillie
and
the
smoke
Just
like
George
Bush,
is
the
type
to
drop
bombs
George
Kemprias
will
smoke
scarm
wit'cha
moms
Throw
a
fifty
yard
pass,
with
a
Afro
pick
To
Steve,
Earthquake,
stop
smokin'
that
shit
I
keep
my
gun
out
my
holster,
I'm
wanted
on
the
poster
'Cause
I
shot
the
sheriff,
who
knocked
the
cherry
off
my
shoulder
He
tried
to
get
cute,
so
Earthquake
had
to
erase
him
And
place
him
in
America's
Top
Ten,
like
Casey
Kasem
I
tracked
him,
an
actor
with
no
sense
of
humor
If
you
heard,
I
fell
off
nigga,
it's
only
just
a
rumor
So
step
the
fuck
back,
'fore
you
get
your
shit
cracked
I
had
to
think
up
a
plan,
so
now
I'm
fat
like
that
Two
hundred
and
eighty
pounds
of
pure
funk
and
no
junk
I
snatch
a
ho,
bitch
up,
just
like
Dave
did,
The
Chipmunks
Kid,
I'm
rough
tough,
strong
enough
to
call
your
bluff
Handcuff
your
wife
up
while
your
bitch,
give
me
a
buff
I
do
run,
run,
run,
I
do
run
the
MC's
The
king
of
rap,
you
don't
believe
me?
Believe
these
Def
rhymes
on
wax,
don't
call
me,
send
a
fax
I
slam
hard
like
Anthrax,
so
turn
it
up
to
the
max
Stop,
you're
pinchin'
my
nerves
with
rap
slurs
I
do
my
best
herb,
now
it's
time
to
get
served
So,
suck
my
dick,
I
don't
smoke
that
shit
I
don't
want
this
shit,
so
you
flip
the
script
You
know
I'm
on
that
shit,
stop
smokin'
that
shit
You
know
I'm
on
that
shit,
stop
smokin'
that
shit
I'm
always,
always
on
that
shit,
stop
smokin'
that
shit
Yeah,
I'm
on
that
shit,
stop
smokin'
that
shit
Stop
smokin'
that
shit,
'fore
you
get
killed
You
know
the
flavor,
my
man,
so
just
chill
Now
hold
your
head
up
and
hold
your
head
high
Stop
smokin'
the
dust,
you
just
might
die
Relax
your
mainframe,
the
bolder
gets
paid
And
you
won't
have
no
motherfuckin'
gain
As
you
know,
I'm
on
the
microphone
to
make
you
all
know
That
shit
that
you
smoke
will
make
you
mad,
broke
I
don't
give
a
fuck
about
you
and
your
crew
I'm
not
too
lovesick,
drink
that
brew,
I'm
a
nasty
Jew
I
don't
solve
mysteries,
never
wearin'
Lees
I
got
the
motherfuckin'
S
I
to
be,
where
it
seed
So
pack
up,
my
man
I
went
out
of
breath
I
got
asthma
on
the
side,
take
it
on
to
the
left
So
stop
smokin'
that
shit
my
man
And
I'm
out,
see
ya
later,
so
kick
the
can
I
drink
Colt
forty-five
and
talk
in
mad
jive
You
know
I
stay
alive,
my
niggaz
stay
alive
Easy
on
the
smoke,
I
don't
really
feel
like
tokin'
I
gotta
save
some
breath
for
this
bitch
I
be
strokin'
Everyday,
I
make
a
nigga
get
right
Jealous
ass,
pussy
ass
nigga,
can't
fight
I'm
in
my
new
disguise,
feedin'
pigeons
Ducks,
any
bird
and
bond's
my
word,
word
is
bond
I
make
gadgets,
illy,
ill
toys
that
kill
Sleep
on
me,
you'll
get
a
sleepin'
pill
Pin
that
nigga,
down
right
on
the
mat
If
you
ain't
my
nigga,
don't
reach
for
no
gat
Slap,
right
to
the
head
I'm
blitzed
to
whip
that
ass,
Moabo
style,
dead
You
know
what
I'm
sayin'?
Smokin'
that
shit
Yeah,
c'mon,
smokin'
that
shit
You
see
a
nigga,
you
know,
smokin'
that
shit
Real
quick,
my
man,
you're
cold,
smokin'
that
shit
Kurious
Jorge,
I
know
you're
not,
smokin'
that
shit
Zev
Love,
what
you
doin'?
Smokin'
that
shit
Stop
smokin'
that
shit,
stop
smokin'
that
shit
Hahaha,
smokin'
that
motherfuckin'
shit
Word
up,
yeah,
yeah,
smokin'
that
shit
Smokin'
that
motherfuckin'
shit,
you're
motherfuckin'
right
Put
the
fuckin'
pipe
down
1 Garbage Day #3
2 Get-U-Now
3 What a N***a Know?
4 Sweet Premium Wine
5 Plumskinnz (Loose Hoe, God & Cupid)
6 Smokin' That S*@%!
7 Contact Blitt
8 Gimme
9 Black Bastards!
10 It Sounded Like a Roc!
11 Plumskinnz (Oh No I Don't Believe It)
12 Constipated Monkey
13 F*@# Wit' Ya Head!!
14 Suspended Animation
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