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    Tha Dogg Pound / Lyrics

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    "Smoke" Lyrics

    Tha Dogg Pound feat. The Relativez and Snoop Dogg

    track 4
    2002 [2007]
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    Man, I gotta stop smoking this shit
    Cause that shit gon straight

    I cant stop, and I wont stop, ha ha ha ha
    Damn, yeah, staright blueberries

    This microphones is mines, I seen you scopin
    I'm hopin that you step so I can bust your chest open
    This is how I am, this is my mentally
    Don't try to battle me, I cause fatalities
    And this is how it is when the microphone put to torture
    MC's done tried to step but I caught ya
    I'm like a sorcerer, magical with rhymes
    I'm one of a kind, my lines too inclined for your mind
    And that's the way it is, you cant see me so don't even try
    I wonder why MC's done tried to step in and they died
    Now I be that MC, you cant see that
    Lyricist that breaks MC's backs
    Matter of a fact that aint the way you should do it
    This is how it is in showbiz
    I know this MC cant even get close
    Cause I rock shit from the west to the east coast

    Why they wanna fuck with my smoke
    Why they wanna fuck with my smoke
    Kurupt tell me, why they wanna fuck
    Now I'm rollin in the fast lane tryin to find the right lane
    I'm spittin game like big pimpin is my name
    I need a flame, so I can get this shit lit
    Its snoop dogg, I'm bout to drop me a hit
    I got my nigga named kingpin to the right
    And we plan on smoking all night
    and when we through my nigga named priest gon increase the peace
    Blaze up another sack, get your kakies creased
    Cause its on and poppin, aint no stopping
    Snoop is on the mic I'm lyrically hoppin
    Poppin just like a motherfuckin strap
    Don't talk shit cause your best to watch your back
    Because umm, why you sleepin we creepin
    And um, we got a fat sack of blueberries, its scary
    My brother jerry told me one day
    He said snoop when you reach the top will you please blaze a J
    For me and my homie J d-o-g, who's in the penitentiary but see
    Its still cool to me cause Ima swing it on bring it on
    Got another fat sack so blaze up the ozone
    It on like that we aint no joke
    So motherfuckin back off or jack off for my smoke, smoke, smoke

    [Chorus: repeat 2X]
    Why they wanna fuck with my smoke
    Somebody tell me Why they wanna fuck with my smoke
    They say no to dope, and ugh to drugs
    But motherfuck that I'm a motherfuckin thug nigga

    [Tha Relativez]
    Spots stay open, under water hydro
    orange fire and chronic out the side door
    Dogg soprano, sugar buddha the pimp
    Been had hoe's, been havin chips
    Spit out gangsta shit like haa chooo
    In a ride, ahh with teezy with red haa shoes
    Tha relatives, how gangsta is that
    Half my life blowin do do wit a strap in my lap
    Just goin out the ills and its hurtin niggaz
    Kickin niggaz door down and searchin niggaz
    In the fence for a week and its perkin niggaz
    You niggaz aint some gangstaz you some working niggaz
    Aint no mo silent niggaz
    My prediction, 2004 theres gon be hoes and snitchin niggaz
    Or peepin niggaz out the barrel of a 40
    Hood on hood crime, homies killing homies

    ?? to harlem, chips flippin we ballin
    aint nuttin better than being young gangsta and ballin
    blowed outta mind, probably be the high some more
    master money marna for the law
    I'm from the salty 619, home of the corca
    Mystica holders with pistolas and purple morta
    Americas finest find me north of tha border
    Please, no seeds, break bread cost an awful lot
    Chay flag on a borca, slide in croca's
    Splitters or the swishers, twisters, hundred sport cars
    This for big tony, homey in the yinta
    Inglewood to tango, relativez the bleeka

    [Chorus: repeat 3X]
    Why they wanna fuck with my smoke
    Somebody tell me Why they wanna fuck with my smoke
    They say no to dope, and ugh to drugs
    But motherfuck that I'm a motherfuckin thug nigga
    This song was submitted on December 16th, 2009 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Royalty Network Music Publishing Ltd..
    Written by Kwame Lemon, Yousef Brown.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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