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    Disturbing Tha Peace / Lyrics

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    "Smokin' Dro" Lyrics

    Disturbing Tha Peace feat. I-20 and Ludacris

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    [Chorus: I-20]
    I'mmmm smokin dro, choppin O's
    Beat knockin with the big blaze choppin nigga
    I'mmmm smokin dro, choppin O's
    Ridin dirty, candy paint lookin purty

    [Tity Boi]
    See I'm addicted to this fast life, it's hard to slow me down
    when ya, momma on the crack pipe and ya daddy ain't around
    You hear the sounds of the wildest gunshots from a large clip
    when we started choppin O's off in this empty apartment
    See I was, standin in the track, and my back is the target
    With a hammer on my side lookin like I'm layin carpets
    See you flip it 'til you get it nigga, we hangin like this cable
    On my way, to I-20 nigga I gotta play in Decatur
    See I'm ridin and I'm blowin on twenty dollar bills
    Cause we, only got that gold; you can't buy regular around here
    Stayin true to the prestige and the, economic status
    I still stacked 100 G's stayin in my momma's attic
    Stackin under Kraft-matics, willie sleepin on the cheese
    See we got ki's and the D's and the P's and TV's
    And I'm ridin in C.P. with a glock-40 as my tooley
    on the block, with the top back, blowin out that (?)

    [Chorus - 2X]

    You know I-20 ridin Regal's - cuttin cutters
    since my wood grains got no stains; be in some other shit
    A big body Chevy on the, chrome lookin pretty
    If it's dro, or the sticky I need, I'm hittin Tity
    on my system knock so loud (loud) they call the cops on me
    Ladies show that ass proud (proud) and make it drop for me
    This is how a nigga ride (ride) in A.T.L.
    and if the twelve drop pull me over (over) I hide the scales
    Blowin dro out the song booth, with windows tinted
    Ridin clean down Old Campbellton Road, y'all know who in it
    Got my seat pushed way back, arm out the window
    Niggaz quick to pull a car-jack, (?) when they in ya
    I push a Range and my brother Fate in S.S. Impala
    Ludacris, with the Escalade, and Tit' quickly follow
    Gettin ready for the summer get your cars out and fix it
    When it comes to that ridin and smoke, look I'm addicted nigga

    [Chorus - 2X]

    Yo, gotta get that monkey off my BACK.. sir
    I'm smokin dro and choppin O's up in my 'LLAC.. sir
    Where the fuck you at when them little bitty "Animals ATTACK".. sir?
    I'm in the TRAP and when I get caught up in a RAP-ture RELAX.. sir
    It's like cata-RACTS to me, AC-tually it HAS to be
    a FAC-tory of SMOKE and clouds I'm CHOK-in proud
    and RHAP-sody, the SACK of trees is WROTE and now
    So POT-ent now the TRACK is squeezed
    So CLAP and be happy to be nappy and snappin
    Just keep on rappin but nobody comes AF-ter me
    POP.. {*cough*} one hit from the blunt then I stop drop, ROLLLLL!!
    Really really wanna fuck with the glock glock? NOOOO!!
    They so simple better hit that block, SLOWWWW!!
    On yo' mark, get get ready, set, GOOOO!!
    You could watch this Georgia tech' BLOWWWW!!
    If I don't get some of that wet wet wet-t-t wet DROOOO!!

    [Chorus - 2X]
    This song was submitted on February 3rd, 2010 and last modified on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Arbie Wilson, Bobby Sandimanie, Christopher Brian Bridges, Ed Greene, Taheed Epps.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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