And all the drunks pourin' outta the dance halls Starin' up at the smoke and the flames And the blind pencil seller wavin' his stick Shoutin' for his dog that lay dead
follow and look till I found my tombless dead For Bill was a dainty kind of cuss and his mind was mighty sot On a dinky patch with flowers and grass
Tonight, tonight the rhythm blunt is gonna rip the mic (Smoke blunts all night long) Baby, all night long Daylight, daylight you still be Rockin' with
All of a sudden a cop comes outta no where and he start to shoot So many rounds is wizzin by me I dont see how I aint dead Smooth? stepped in the way with
do that dat sheeeeeit... Chorus Mafia... (Playa Fly) Bustaz get so dazed and amazed Theres Lil' Fly's chance Memories of smoked out loced out puffed out as them demons dance
love nigga fuckin' with a rich cat My shit now, 5 feet 6, with a crisp hat plush Throwin' down on thirty bricks, niggaz is with that Though, federados
to smoke me out (Mope me out) 'Cause the rims on my new joint be poking out (I'm about to have no feelings, shit is deep) Do they dance with the devil
dead Stabbing a nigga with the same bone he ripped from his head Yo it's funny how the devils'll test us But if fully select, niggas bless with something
Hey! Why dont you stop dressin' me up like a mailman, and making me dance for you, while you go and smoke crack in your bedroom and have sex with some
better", well, fuck that You don't walk outside your house and feel the need to stay strapped You never paid rent after cocaine and weed Man, I dance with
And you just might hit the blunt hoe I don't stunt and blow smoke up your ass, baby But don't be acting all saditty with class baby You with a nigga
shows like sandals, pumps get handled Dismantled, St. Louis is Tony Soprano No two, heffers with blow poor, ghetto mo' gurr Blow bolo get fooled around
) [Shoestring] (talkin:) I'm ready to tell you my secret now I see dead people, but they don't know that they're dead And sometimes, when it get real
s my man and them (What's up?) And I always blow ganj with them Detroit playas too advanced for them We buyin' out the bar, we don't dance with them So
smoke a litte something for my dawgs who smoke They only ? and stress because they all to broke I'm like bew-bew-bew-bew-bew with the Anybody Killa Blowing
my bootie, with disco in her soul. So much for indecision, so quick did she decide, the temptress with her doors open inviting me inside. "I want to take you home with
kid I had to ball I don't smoke cigarettes and I hate alcohol I went from being a janitor to a manager when you become a star with me, wanna dance with