Smoke DZA - Hearses Lyrics
feat. Ab-Soul[Hook: Ab-Soul](Killa)I just can't say no (x3)(Kill 'em)I just can't say no (x3)Let em know that i'm giving out hearsesGiving out hearsesYeahGiving out hearses (x2)Yeah[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]Riiiiiiiggghhtt16 bars of deathKeep my posites on they neckI'm a really *****in' cold fly nigga i'm a jetYou a bird ass nigga you be shittin' in your nestEvery line is bullet nigga I hope you got your vestMad? Niggas stay mad at me haters in form of flattery***** nigga give Liu Kang fatalitiesI ain't never worry, a real nigga ain't gotta say he a real niggaCuz, niggas know alreadyTalk grease but I'm your favorite ar-tistEvery verse is funeral i'm a walking OrtizKush God speed, your chick ***** with them gangsters she raunchyThat's on meYou cuff em up cause she a bad girlPop off with a nigga she a fast *****Threw the cake in my faceTold me Happy Birthday, show mad loveMash-up, roll up, smoke mad budThen I be Casper after a blow job and a back rubDZA[Hook][Verse 2: Ab-Soul]LookWhat the ***** you gon' say about me?Can you tell em I'm the same OG?I smoke weed, get high, keep it locked I stay low keyWhy don't you mind your *****in' businessRespect the HNICReplace the N and C with two eyes and you'll see meThrowin' up the *****in threeThree letters, TDEAnd that's for eternityKush God and the God MCOnce again, but it's more to seeYou might have been to sea worldBut have you really seen the worldDo you ask yourself these type of thingsSolar system don't go against himThere is no one else alikeUsed to have them pipe dreamsNow *****es dream about my pipeBut now we onto bigger thingsReaching peaks and different heightsWomen that do different things, still got lean all in my sprite***** life I'm going all outIt's your broad's house, and my balls outI got demons in my life, I need Jesus in my lifeBut I ain't sipping wine, I'll be fine Popping ChampagneAnd we'll bring pain to your campIf you don't join the campaign[Hook][Verse 3: Smoke DZA]Another vehicular homicide, Chris Dorner sniper liesSandy Hook, Columbine, minus the crisis actorsYou niggas born slackers, your voice don't even matterSo mute the chatter, *****in rappersThis that flow they mic jack, 'This Is It' niggaDon't watch me, watch my neck and how my wrist lit upI came back from mines on you jabronis, i don't mingle with you phonies***** I'm K.O.N.Y, Alcatraz on the trackAttack like a savage catUndertaker, this the casket matchPallbearer bring the urn outThey won't win til we quit, we don't burn outDZA[Hook]