it up) C'MON! Now, everytime that I meet a nigga who fronting It's alright 'cause you getting money and everybody want it Smoke a big sliff Get
get on this Rose 72 hours straight do it like Alpo did it back in 88 step up in this bitch in an MCM suit 38 snub in my MCM boots Young what you smoking
even though the feeling's been gone I just wanna be here to pick up the little pieces of remains I'm going down, the plane is smoking, and the only one
classic Go ahead ask him bitches 'Bout how I be smokin' out, party all night, oh yeah, it's goin' down Order rounds, we smoke a quarter pound of that good stuff Oh yeah, we smokin
amazing, so amazing, so amazing amazing, so amazing baby baby amazing, so amazing amazing, amazing, so amazing baby baby [T.I - Verse 1] This automatic got a baller habit smoking
couldn't make it off He's a cool hand Luke He's Jimmy cross slippery slope He's just possessed and crazy Thank you for nothing baby All those dreams are going up in smoke
the smoke run nigga Buck ain't no joke I'll buck a shot at your zipped up coat Chop the throat like a blow from Judo, nigga you know [Ice-T] Is it
the ghetto, 'cause I hate it But I roll through your fuckin' hood and regulate it 'Cause I wasn't born to be broke, I let the 45th smoke Before I let
Just checkin' my microphone once as I test your audio Increase the bass response hopin' the speakers blow I got no time to sit and flip and pop bullshit
t the same Suckers kidnapped the game I know the biggest in the business and no joke Half of 'em broke and none of 'em smoke I got into this hip-hop
on the pages Of the hustler trade World reknown for my realness Only the real will feel this Stainless steel is The straps that I'm copulating Touch'em a lady (?) Blow
head, rush ya Trife niggas knife you, seven venoms fight you Your life's through, fuckin' with the wrong click - kapow!! From the crackhouse, niggas quick to blow
ya hair Executive branch blow my smoke like a player Yeah, in the club, yes, it cracks Cute little mama, but they stack with backs I'm smokin' great
never should've gave you the time of day Guess you know what time it is now, eh? There must've been a gust of wind 'Cause you change your mind every time it blows
in Vegas on the strip and seein vision and precision lookin like a straight star With the buttons undone, showin off her lace bra My partner in the back, 'til the smoke
go If you ain't showin' love then what you call for I don't need it in my life, my kids pay the price Sorta like the need of my wife Smoke 'til I'm
your pants When you saw the chainsaw get to waving Like a terrible towel, I faced her around But his fangs come out, get your brains blown out That's what I call blowing
I went from a hardtop to a convertible like Imma transformer, I went from a hardtop to a convertible like Imma transformer, Like Imma transformer, like Imma transformer, Smoke