Smoke ‘Em (Recorded for radio 1 session on 22nd May 1996) Songtext
von Fun Lovin’ Criminals
Smoke ‘Em (Recorded for radio 1 session on 22nd May 1996) Songtext
Smoke ′em, smoke 'em, smoke ′em if ya gottem
If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottom
Smoke 'em, smoke ′em, smoke ′em if ya gottem
If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottom
Smoke ′em, smoke 'em, smoke ′em if ya gottem
If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottom
Smoke ′em if ya gottem, smoke 'em if ya gottem
If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottom
Hey Muneka, I think I wanna take ya
Back to the lab, with my gift of gab
And a little dab′ll do ya, maybe even school ya
I′ll rush your end zone like my man Don Shula
You're my four leaf clover even bending over
I love you like rover, you′re my little lawnmower
But, lower, lower, I'm the seed sower
The funky weed grower, the mad rap thrower
See, I′m a man's man, do you understand?
What I′m giving ain't cocked in the palm of my hand
So take the nasty plunge plaid not grunge
I know it's really hard when you love someone
You always stood by me like Spanky did Stymie
And if anybody messes, I′ll bust′em in the eye
And check that ass like Phil Esposito the Guido
U.P.S. next day back to Toledo
Smoke 'em, smoke ′em, smoke 'em if ya gottem
If ya ain′t gottem then ya hit rock bottom
Smoke 'em, smoke ′em, smoke 'em if ya gottem
If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottom
Smoke ′em, smoke ′em, smoke 'em if ya gottem
If ya ain′t gottem then ya hit rock bottom
Smoke 'em if ya gottem, smoke ′em if ya gottem
If ya ain't gottem well, well
Me and my Les Paul is out droppin′ science
Pocket full of blunts and a full carry license
Never walking streets, lookin' past my shoulder
Acting kinda bolder since my dog got older
I walked the walk and I aced the test
When I put the pressure on all your tendencies manifest
Half spick pecker wood talkin' to the dead
I′ll break into your house and I′ll smell your bed
Smoke 'em, smoke ′em, smoke 'em if ya gottem
If ya ain′t gottem then ya hit rock bottom
Smoke 'em, smoke ′em, smoke 'em if ya gottem
If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottom
Smoke ′em, smoke ′em, smoke 'em if ya gottem
If ya ain′t gottem then ya hit rock bottom
Smoke 'em if ya gottem, smoke ′em if ya gottem
If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottom
Smoke ′em if ya gottem, smoke 'em if ya gottem
If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottom
Smoke ′em if ya gottem, smoke ′em if ya gottem
If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottom
Smoke ′em, smoke 'em, smoke ′em if ya gottem
If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottom
Smoke ′em if ya gottem, smoke 'em if ya gottem
If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottom
If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottom
Smoke 'em, smoke ′em, smoke ′em if ya gottem
If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottom
Smoke ′em, smoke 'em, smoke ′em if ya gottem
If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottom
Smoke ′em if ya gottem, smoke 'em if ya gottem
If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottom
Hey Muneka, I think I wanna take ya
Back to the lab, with my gift of gab
And a little dab′ll do ya, maybe even school ya
I′ll rush your end zone like my man Don Shula
You're my four leaf clover even bending over
I love you like rover, you′re my little lawnmower
But, lower, lower, I'm the seed sower
The funky weed grower, the mad rap thrower
See, I′m a man's man, do you understand?
What I′m giving ain't cocked in the palm of my hand
So take the nasty plunge plaid not grunge
I know it's really hard when you love someone
You always stood by me like Spanky did Stymie
And if anybody messes, I′ll bust′em in the eye
And check that ass like Phil Esposito the Guido
U.P.S. next day back to Toledo
Smoke 'em, smoke ′em, smoke 'em if ya gottem
If ya ain′t gottem then ya hit rock bottom
Smoke 'em, smoke ′em, smoke 'em if ya gottem
If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottom
Smoke ′em, smoke ′em, smoke 'em if ya gottem
If ya ain′t gottem then ya hit rock bottom
Smoke 'em if ya gottem, smoke ′em if ya gottem
If ya ain't gottem well, well
Me and my Les Paul is out droppin′ science
Pocket full of blunts and a full carry license
Never walking streets, lookin' past my shoulder
Acting kinda bolder since my dog got older
I walked the walk and I aced the test
When I put the pressure on all your tendencies manifest
Half spick pecker wood talkin' to the dead
I′ll break into your house and I′ll smell your bed
Smoke 'em, smoke ′em, smoke 'em if ya gottem
If ya ain′t gottem then ya hit rock bottom
Smoke 'em, smoke ′em, smoke 'em if ya gottem
If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottom
Smoke ′em, smoke ′em, smoke 'em if ya gottem
If ya ain′t gottem then ya hit rock bottom
Smoke 'em if ya gottem, smoke ′em if ya gottem
If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottom
Smoke ′em if ya gottem, smoke 'em if ya gottem
If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottom
Smoke ′em if ya gottem, smoke ′em if ya gottem
If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottom
Smoke ′em, smoke 'em, smoke ′em if ya gottem
If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottom
Smoke ′em if ya gottem, smoke 'em if ya gottem
If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottom
Writer(s): William Martin, Christopher Wood, Anthony Medeski Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com