Smokin` Lyrics

Smokin` lyrics

Bis-Mi-Allah a-Rahman a-Rahim

To the Gods, to the Gods, to the earths

Pass that shit homey



Now tell me what y'all smokin', what kinda heat y'all holdin'

Well is your creep move potent

I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns

I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon



We bi-coastin', keepin' our po-ckets bulgin'

We got the plan in motion

I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns

I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon



Zoom, from outer space he comes

Blunt in his mouth with his hand on his gun

Bitches flappin' they gums, do he be clappin' and shootin' guys

Actor or a movie star, rapper revolutionized



What is his race nation or creed?

Is he Arabic, Black, Latin, Asian they read

Magazines say I walked on water, talked to the heavens

Spit at judges, stepped on peasants



But in reality, I just entered your galaxy

September '73, up in these wild streets

Fuckin' these wild freaks, a harem of hoes

And my mystique got 'em tearin' my clothes



Now tell me what y'all smokin', what kinda heat y'all holdin'

Well is your creep move potent

I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns

I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon



We bi-coastin', keepin' our po-ckets bulgin'

We got the plan in motion

I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns

I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon



My nigga smoke with one lung

If he cough he might die, passin' me trees

The liquor bottle's almost empty

We about to collide, with the enemy



Only way you die if it's meant to be, you fuckin' with a general

No discussion is the principle, we bustin' it's the end of you

Now we knockin' on your mama door

Like we cam to fix the sink, my kind of war



Death, angels comin' for you

Spirit horse runnin' from your body like young guns 1 and 2

Paramedics fightin' for you, who's gon' win?

The hands of time, or the hands of medicine



Don't cry, witness your fate, this is your wake

Walk by your casket, spit in your face

Enter the fog dog, the light is your guide

And when you're gone all your niggaz gon' light it with Nas



Now tell me what y'all smokin', what kinda heat y'all holdin

Well is your creep move potent

I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns

I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon



We bi-coastin', keepin' our po-ckets bulgin'

We got the plan in motion

I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns

I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon



Pardon but I gotta question of life now

Look at the nigga next to you right now

Is he real, fake or scared

Do it like this niggaz right hands in the air



Ball it to a fist and put it over your heart

Now let's say it all together let the ceremony start

I shall, stay real stay true stay holdin' figures

Never put a bitch over my niggaz



I shall never, cooperate with the law

Never snake me I always hold you down in war

If they take one of mine, I take one of theirs

I never break the oath to the death I swear



I swear that's how we pledge allegiance, to the alliance

Of underworld's killers and thugs, though the science

Of a nigga still yet to be found, so light up some green

And pass it around, just pass it around



Now tell me what y'all smokin', what kinda heat y'all holdin'

Well is your creep move potent

I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns

I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon



We bi-coastin', keepin' our po-ckets bulgin'

We got the plan in motion

I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns

I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon



Wanna get high, come smoke with me, smoke with me, light it up

Wanna get high, come smoke with me, smoke with me, light it up

Wanna get high, come smoke with me, smoke with me, light it up

Wanna get high, come smoke with me, smoke with me, light it up