Smokin' That S*@%!

"Why do you keep smoking that shit?

Why will you keep smoking that shit?

Why? Why?

Why do you keep smoking that shit?"

Aight, check it out yo, check it out yo

I'ma flip yo, check it out, bust it

I connect the spots like connect the dots

From the lower Eastside, to way up top

I got a map to express on the six, I found

Where they got the raw, dog, smoke at Soundview

Now, two licks damnit, do you understand?

Nuff respect to the dread man or I'ma dead man

I ain't no fake man for the red hand

It's just my warmth and with instructions from Redman

Whomever I step to, remove the Phillie Phoonta

'Cause I used to know this bitch and it killed her, that bitch is dead

I'm smokin' that shit 'cause I got a thousand jokes

Like puttin' your moms in the yoke 'cause she broke some choke

Bitch, you're blowin' up the spot, be out

Yo, either get some dough or get the fuck down South

With your bitch ass son and tell him throw up his dukes

So I can spend his lunch loot at noop, noop

Check it, I do the hip, hip, hop, the hibby, the hibby dibby

Kurious the too fly magician, never givin'

These niggaz a piece of my pie 'cause yo my shit is fat

Just like my pockets, your girl's titties is flat

So when the bitch slid in correct with the funk from the big bra

I kindly reply, with a smile, aiyyo, chill hot, damn

Uh, uh, uh, I'm so sorry

Umm, eat your tits 'cause them shits is from Somalia

Check it out, on the one to the two

It's some shit from the zoo, it's the CM crew

Now from the cocks with the blocks, on the street or the goat

With the forty, the glocks, the Phillie and the smoke

Just like George Bush, is the type to drop bombs

George Kemprias will smoke scarm wit'cha moms

Throw a fifty yard pass, with a Afro pick

To Steve, Earthquake, stop smokin' that shit

I keep my gun out my holster, I'm wanted on the poster

'Cause I shot the sheriff, who knocked the cherry off my shoulder

He tried to get cute, so Earthquake had to erase him

And place him in America's Top Ten, like Casey Kasem

I tracked him, an actor with no sense of humor

If you heard, I fell off nigga, it's only just a rumor

So step the fuck back, 'fore you get your shit cracked

I had to think up a plan, so now I'm fat like that

Two hundred and eighty pounds of pure funk and no junk

I snatch a ho, bitch up, just like Dave did, The Chipmunks

Kid, I'm rough tough, strong enough to call your bluff

Handcuff your wife up while your bitch, give me a buff

I do run, run, run, I do run the MC's

The king of rap, you don't believe me? Believe these

Def rhymes on wax, don't call me, send a fax

I slam hard like Anthrax, so turn it up to the max

Stop, you're pinchin' my nerves with rap slurs

I do my best herb, now it's time to get served

So, suck my dick, I don't smoke that shit

I don't want this shit, so you flip the script

You know I'm on that shit, stop smokin' that shit

You know I'm on that shit, stop smokin' that shit

I'm always, always on that shit, stop smokin' that shit

Yeah, I'm on that shit, stop smokin' that shit

Stop smokin' that shit, 'fore you get killed

You know the flavor, my man, so just chill

Now hold your head up and hold your head high

Stop smokin' the dust, you just might die

Relax your mainframe, the bolder gets paid

And you won't have no motherfuckin' gain

As you know, I'm on the microphone to make you all know

That shit that you smoke will make you mad, broke

I don't give a fuck about you and your crew

I'm not too lovesick, drink that brew, I'm a nasty Jew

I don't solve mysteries, never wearin' Lees

I got the motherfuckin' S I to be, where it seed

So pack up, my man I went out of breath

I got asthma on the side, take it on to the left

So stop smokin' that shit my man

And I'm out, see ya later, so kick the can

I drink Colt forty-five and talk in mad jive

You know I stay alive, my niggaz stay alive

Easy on the smoke, I don't really feel like tokin'

I gotta save some breath for this bitch I be strokin'

Everyday, I make a nigga get right

Jealous ass, pussy ass nigga, can't fight

I'm in my new disguise, feedin' pigeons

Ducks, any bird and bond's my word, word is bond

I make gadgets, illy, ill toys that kill

Sleep on me, you'll get a sleepin' pill

Pin that nigga, down right on the mat

If you ain't my nigga, don't reach for no gat

Slap, right to the head

I'm blitzed to whip that ass, Moabo style, dead

You know what I'm sayin'?

Smokin' that shit

Yeah, c'mon, smokin' that shit

You see a nigga, you know, smokin' that shit

Real quick, my man, you're cold, smokin' that shit

Kurious Jorge, I know you're not, smokin' that shit

Zev Love, what you doin'? Smokin' that shit

Stop smokin' that shit, stop smokin' that shit

Hahaha, smokin' that motherfuckin' shit

Word up, yeah, yeah, smokin' that shit

Smokin' that motherfuckin' shit, you're motherfuckin' right

Put the fuckin' pipe down