Smokin' Lyrics

Bis-Mi-Allah a-Rahman a-Rahim To the Gods, to the Gods, to the earths Pass that shit homey
Now tell me what y'all smokin', what kinda heat y'all holdin' Well is your creep move potent I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon
We bi-coastin', keepin' our po-ckets bulgin' We got the plan in motion I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon
Zoom, from outer space he comes Blunt in his mouth with his hand on his gun Bitches flappin' they gums, do he be clappin' and shootin' guys Actor or a movie star, rapper revolutionized
What is his race nation or creed? Is he Arabic, Black, Latin, Asian they read Magazines say I walked on water, talked to the heavens Spit at judges, stepped on peasants
But in reality, I just entered your galaxy September '73, up in these wild streets Fuckin' these wild freaks, a harem of hoes And my mystique got 'em tearin' my clothes
Now tell me what y'all smokin', what kinda heat y'all holdin' Well is your creep move potent I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon
We bi-coastin', keepin' our po-ckets bulgin' We got the plan in motion I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon
My nigga smoke with one lung If he cough he might die, passin' me trees The liquor bottle's almost empty We about to collide, with the enemy
Only way you die if it's meant to be, you fuckin' with a general No discussion is the principle, we bustin' it's the end of you Now we knockin' on your mama door Like we cam to fix the sink, my kind of war
Death, angels comin' for you Spirit horse runnin' from your body like young guns 1 and 2 Paramedics fightin' for you, who's gon' win? The hands of time, or the hands of medicine
Don't cry, witness your fate, this is your wake Walk by your casket, spit in your face Enter the fog dog, the light is your guide And when you're gone all your niggaz gon' light it with Nas
Now tell me what y'all smokin', what kinda heat y'all holdin Well is your creep move potent I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon
We bi-coastin', keepin' our po-ckets bulgin' We got the plan in motion I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon
Pardon but I gotta question of life now Look at the nigga next to you right now Is he real, fake or scared Do it like this niggaz right hands in the air
Ball it to a fist and put it over your heart Now let's say it all together let the ceremony start I shall, stay real stay true stay holdin' figures Never put a bitch over my niggaz
I shall never, cooperate with the law Never snake me I always hold you down in war If they take one of mine, I take one of theirs I never break the oath to the death I swear
I swear that's how we pledge allegiance, to the alliance Of underworld's killers and thugs, though the science Of a nigga still yet to be found, so light up some green And pass it around, just pass it around
Now tell me what y'all smokin', what kinda heat y'all holdin' Well is your creep move potent I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon
We bi-coastin', keepin' our po-ckets bulgin' We got the plan in motion I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon
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