Nature - Smoke Lyrics
Peep the reprucussionsCausing deep discussionsBrothers that fight might only speak to cousinsRugged life but niggas in my fleet is stubbornGrandmas they turn to stellas when they need some lovingMy name holds weight, bigger than a saint bernardSome think because its rap that it aint a jobThink again, I try to sepearate my dos from dontsNiggas be slittin they wrist, losing they hoesSome dudes be confused when they brokeMisrabale, looking death in the eye dont blink quick to smileMy hoodrats be women now, ? ? lotYalla always be my *****es lonely or notHow much ass can I pass up? tilt your glass upThis ones for the kids in arkansas that shot they class upWhen I smoke I like my hash crushed beleive it or notQ-b forever niggas keeping it lockedSmoking cheebaSome supply it somell grow itReeferSomell buy it somell roll itThe chronicIf you tryd it then you know itThe toxicIm getting high when I roll itYou know I wanna hit the chocolateSome brothers love to see them cloudsThe hydroSome brothers love to get arousedThe la-laIn some paper or a dutchThe ganjaI cant wait to get a rushMarijuanaI play cards with ray charlesCheat for a grandOnce I deal out the deck take a peak at his handHe got blackjacks but still losing is ? {weakI write a hook and feel my beatTrayino, mike g should read his feet}?Play these niggasNow in 98 no time to graze niggasCause they might tellWhite judges, like the icegrillHoes set you up-the same way that pac and mike fellPrivate affairs if I know your wife wellSwitch to different subjectsSome of the styles that I hit you up withI make it hard for you to kick your tough shitMajor adjustmentsI package a flame for all you bustasWrapped up put on a shelf full of substanceI drug clicks, anti-biotic, rarely spottedNiggas hear my name periodicI feel we got it king of new yorkOnly the realll cop itChorusI been all across the world on my quest for some herbSpots be selling dirt keep the federal resevereSmoking in bongs, niggas know that its dro in the bronxI like that stinky green shit that be growing in swampsHalf-baked puff, puff, then you pass it to meGood weedll make you eat the last shit on your plateForget your songs seperate stix from stonesIf your chronic come with stix leave that shit aloneReapeat chorus 2x