Текст песни Smoke on the Beach - Dre Costa

D to the R E
Lightskin nigga from Honda to 'Rari
My haters are sorry
Cuz my leg in the game like I kicked an Atari
Ceviche, calamari
Smoke on the beach like I'm Marley
Can't handle these bars like a Harley
I hardly be leavin' the crib unless it's a
Unless it's a party
Get to jump in that bitch like my last name is Hardy
Roll deep like an army
Purple Runtz in the zip, got an ounce of that Barney
Have to call you back, I'm recording
Got this power pack, for the morning
Twenty-three joints, rolled 'em Jordan
Slide on these joints for the fortune
My voice don't need no distortion
Raw in this bitch I can pay for abortion
Fuck a sample or a portion
I want it all, no extortion
So I move
Mike Jackson
Moonwalk onna' groove
No traction
And a flow so smooth in action
Got high fashion, on all fabrics
Dre Costa a flier motherfucker
I get way too high in this motherfucker
No fear like I'm driving without a buckle
You can't say that you thrived if you never struggled
Like ooo
How you do that
Young Dre Guapo why you bring the whole crew back
To the back of the club, with the drinks in the air
If ya gas on E, then we gon have to buy a new pack

How can you judge what you never seen
Grass on the other side, that shit be extra green
I freed my mind, I found my inner peace
I cleansed my energy
Purified my memories
I can't waste no time duckin' the past
That shit would make me a fool
And fools always finishing last
So I just need my mind
And my inner peace
I feel ya energy
I feel, ah ah

Alright
It take nothing for me to pick out the lines I write
My schedule's tight
They play with my time
And time is the money
I'm tryna get right
My circle get smaller every year
Can't fit nobody up in here
So close to the dream that I went ghost
They seen my body disappear
And go up in smoke
The way I'ma float on these flows
Can't fuck with regular hoes
Said achoo, they tryna bless me
Don't know that I be allergic to those
And I'm like who
Who tryna sweat me
Stuck on them waves like they glued to the jetski
I don't got time for the fakes
Or the wacks, or the snakes
Or the people that God sent to test me
I've dealt with death
Been dealt with hunger and debt
Watching my back every step
The times that they crept
The fuck shit was gettin' too close to my personal space
Had to rest
I never had much
So I got right with whatever the fuck in the bag we had left
There lies my soul and my lyrics
A couple of dollars with heart that could beat out my chest

Just lookin' for a way
I think we seen it all
Ain't much to do when we trapped in four walls
I ain't tryna sit the bench
Until the coach call
Until the day come
You know I'ma ball
And we don't know shit
Til shit hit the wall
Everything that we believe in slowly start to fall
I never call it quits
So I can leave these walls
Until the day come
You know I'ma ball