Smoke Songtext
von Tha Dogg Pound

Man, I gotta stop smokin′ this shit, 'cause that shit gon′ straight
I can't stop (kill a nigga), and I won't stop
Damn, yeah, straight blueberries

This microphones is mines, I seen you scopin′
I′m hopin' that you step so I can bust your chest open
This is how I am, this is my mentally (uh-huh)
Don′t try to battle me, I cause fatalities
And this is how it is when the microphone put to torture
MC's done tried to step but I caught you
I′m like a sorcerer, magical with rhymes
I'm one of a kind, my lines too inclined for your mind


And that′s the way it is, you can't see me so don't even try
I wonder why MC′s done tried to step in and they died
Now I be that MC, you can′t see that
Lyricist that breaks MC's backs
Matter of a fact, that ain′t the way you should do it (what?)
This is how it is in showbiz
I know this MC can't even get close
′Cause I rock shit from the West to the East Coast
Motherfuckers (oh, my)

Why they wanna fuck with my smoke?
Why they wanna fuck with my smoke?
Kurupt, tell me, why they wanna fuck with my smoke?

Now I'm rollin′ in the fast lane tryin' to find the right lane (yeah)
I'm spittin′ game like Big Pimpin′ is my name
I need a flame, so I can get this shit lit (uh-huh)
It's Snoop Dogg, I′m 'bout to drop me a hit
I got my nigga named kingpin to the right
And we plan on smokin′ all night (that's right)
And when we through, my nigga named priest gon′ increase the peace
Blaze up another sack, get your kakies creased (why that?)

'Cause it's on and poppin′, ain′t no stoppin' (stoppin′)
Snoop is on the mic I'm lyrically hoppin′ (hey, hey)
Poppin' just like a motherfuckin′ strap (hey, hey)
Don't talk shit, 'cause you′re best to watch your back
(Because um) because um while you sleepin′ we creepin'
(And but, um) we got a fat sack of blueberries, it′s scary
(And but, um) my brother Jerry told me one day
He said snoop when you reach the top will you please blaze a J? (La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)


For me and my homie J D-O-G (uh-huh), who's in the penitentiary but see
It′s still cool to me (cool) 'cause I′ma swing it on, bring it on
Got another fat sack, so blaze up the Ozone (Ozone)
It on like that we ain't no joke
So motherfuckin' back off or jack off for my smoke, smoke, smoke
Why they wanna fuck with my smoke?
Why they wanna-, why they wanna-, why they wanna-

Why they wanna fuck with my smoke?
Somebody tell me, why they wanna fuck with my smoke?
They say no to dope (uh-huh), and ugh to drugs (gee)
But motherfuck that, I′m a motherfuckin′ thug, nigga

Why they wanna fuck with my smoke?
Somebody tell me, why they wanna fuck with my smoke?
They say no to dope (uh-huh), and ugh to drugs (gee)
But motherfuck that, I'm a motherfuckin′ thug, nigga

Spots stay open, underwater hydro
Orange fire and chronic out the side door (huh)
Dogg soprano (soprano), sugar buddha the pimp (pimp)
Been had hos (hos), been havin' chips (ha!)
Spit out gangsta shit like, "Haa-choo!)
In a ride, ah with teezy with red (ha shoes)
Tha relatives, how gangsta is that?
Half my life blowin′ do with a strap in my lap

Just goin' out the ills and it′s hurtin' niggas (hurtin')
Kickin′ niggas door down and searchin′ niggas (searchin' niggas)
In the fence for a week and it′s perkin' niggas (perkin′ niggas)
You niggas ain't some gangsters, you some workin′ niggas (workin' niggas)
Ain't no more silent niggas (ha!)
My prediction, 2004 there′s gon′ be hos and snitchin' niggas (monsters)
Or peepin′ niggas out the barrel of a 40 (whoo-yay)
Hood on hood crime, homies killin' homies (whoo-yay)

They go to Harlem, chips flippin′ we ballin' (ha-ha)
Ain′t nothin' better than being young gangsta and ballin' (and ballin′)
Blowed outta mind, probably be the high some more
Master money marna for the law (hm-mm)
I′m from the salty 619, home of the Corca
Mystica holders with Pistolas and purple Morta
America's finest, find me north of the border
Please, no seeds, break bread cost an awful lot (yeah)

Chay flag on a Borca, slide in Croca′s
Splitters or the swishers, twisters, hundred sport cars (yeah)
This for big tony (ha), homey in the Yinta (yeah-yeah-yeah)
Inglewood to tango, relatives the Bleeka (gang)

Why they wanna fuck with my smoke? (Smoke)
My nigga, tell me Why they wanna fuck with my smoke? (Smoke)
They say no to dope (uh-huh), and ugh to drugs
But motherfuck that, I'm a motherfuckin′ thug, nigga

Why they wanna fuck with my smoke?
Somebody tell me, why they wanna fuck with my smoke?
They say no to dope (uh-huh), and ugh to drugs
But motherfuck that, I'm a motherfuckin′ thug, nigga

Why they wanna fuck with my smoke?
Somebody tell me, why they wanna fuck with my smoke? Smoke