Smoke Some Kill

Cheeba cheeba on my brain

Went downtown, jumped a train

Twelve o'clock in New York

No cab, had to walk

Downtown, Latin Quarters

Got inside, drunk some water

Stepped on stage, started to talk

Said "Yo yo, what up New York?"

Danced all around, act so silly

Homie in the crowd said "Must be from Philly"

Cold was cuttin', I was grabbin' my dick

Thought to myself, I'm tired of this shit

Jumped off stage, ran outside

Grabbed cold money, jumped a ride

Turn left, no homie turn right

Straight back through the after midnight

Got to the place, people was cheerin'

Girls threw panties, that they was wearin'

Fellas in the back, they was leerin'

My phat gold chain, they was starin'

I wasn't carin'

You faggots, I ain't fearin'

Calm down, cool and chill

Crack another 40, smoke some kill

Woke up early, Sunday morn

Jumped out the bed, FILA's on

Thought about the hangover

Kissed the dog, called my mom Rover

Went into the kitchen, Captain Crunch

Turned on the tube, The Brady Bunch

Instead of a house, they lived in a palace

Jan was fuckin' Mike and Mike was fuckin' Alice

My little eyes opened up wide

The thing in my pants started to rise

Sat down on the couch to cool and chill

Cracked me a 40, rolled some kill

I was smokin', I was tokin'

My moms said "Boy, you must be jokin'"

Threw me outside, it was rainin', I was soakin'

That weed's so damn provokin'

Yeah

So I cracked another 40, smoked some kill

Thought to myself, my mom got ill

Yeah, wait 'til she get my bill