a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

kmd - stop smokin' that shit (vocal) كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
“why do you keep smoking that sh_t? why will you keep smoking that sh_t?
why? why? why do you keep smoking that sh_t?”
aight, check it out yo, check it out yo
i’ma flip yo, check it out _ bust it

[verse 1: zev love x]
i connect to spots like connect_the_dots
from the lower east side, to way up top
i got a map to express on the 6, i found you
where they got the raw dog smoke at soundview
now, two nicks, d_mnit, do you understand?
sike! nuff respect to the dread man or i’ma dead man
i ain’t no fed man for the red hand
it’s just my walkman with instructions from redman
whomever i step to, remove the phillie filter
’cause i used to know this b_tch and it k!lled her
(that b_tch is dеad, yo)
i’m smokin’ that sh_t, ’cause i got a thousand jokes
like puttin’ your moms in a yokе ’cause she broke some choke
b_tch, you’re blowin’ up the spot, be out
yo, either get some dough, or get the f_ck down south
with your b_tch_ass son and tell him throw up his dukes
so i can spend his lunch loot at noop noop

[verse 2: kurious]
check it, i do the hip_hop, the hibby, the hibby dibby
kurious the too_fly magician, never givin’
these n_ggas a piece of my pie, ’cause, yo, my sh_t is fat
just like my pockets, your girl’s titties is flat
so, when the b_tch slid in correct with the funk from her big bra
i kindly reply, with a smile, “ayo chill, hot d_mn”
uh, uh, uh, i’m so sorry, umm
feed your tits, ’cause them sh_ts is from somalia
check it out, on the one to the two
it’s some sh_t from the zoo, it’s the c.m. (crew!)
not from the c_cks but the blocks on the street or the goat
with the 40s, the glocks, the philly and the smoke
just like george bush is the type to drop bombs
jorge kurious will smoke skunk wit’cha moms
throw a 50 yard pass with an afro pick
to steve, earthquake, stop smokin’ that sh_t
[verse 3: earthquake]
i keep my gun out my holster, i’m wanted on the poster
’cause i shot the sheriff and knocked the chip off my shoulder
he tried to get cute, so earthquake had to erase him
and place him in america’s top ten, like casey kasem
i tracked him, an actor with no sense of humor
if you heard i fell off, n_gga, it’s only just a rumor
so, step the f_ck back before you get your sh_t cracked
i had some digable planets, so now i’m fat like that
280 pounds of pure funk, and no junk
i sn_tch a ho b_tch up just like dave did the chipmunks
kid, i’m rough tough, strong enough to call your bluff
handcuff your wife up, while your b_tch, give me a buff
i do run run run, i do run the emcees
the king of rap, you don’t believe me? believe these!
def rhymes on wax, don’t call me, send a fax
i slam hard like anthrax, so turn it up to the max
stop! you’re pinchin my nerves, with rap slurs
i do my best herb, now it’s time to get served
so, suck my d_ck, i don’t smoke that sh_t
i don’t want this sh_t, so you flip the script

[chorus]
you know i’m on that sh_t _ stop smokin’ that sh_t
you know i’m on that sh_t _ stop smokin’ that sh_t
i’m always always on that sh_t _ stop smokin’ that sh_t
yeah i’m on that sh_t _ stop smokin’ that sh_t
[verse 4: lord sear]
stop smokin’ that sh_t, ‘fore you get k!lled
you know the flavor, my man, so just chill
now, hold your head up and hold your head high
stop smokin’ the dust, you just might die
relax your mainframe, the bolder gets paid
and you won’t have no motherf_ckin’ game
as you know, i’m on the microphone to let you all know
that sh_t that you smoke will make you mad broke
i don’t give a f_ck about you and your crew
i’m not too lovesick, drink that brew i’m a nancy drew
i don’t solve mysteries, never wearin’ lev’s
that’s not the motherf_ckin’ attire to be wearing, see
so pack up, my man i went out of breath
i got asthma on the side, take it on to the left
so stop smokin’ that sh_t my man
and i’m out, see ya later, so kick the can

[verse 5: subroc]
i drink colt 45 and talk in mad jive
you know i stay alive, my n_ggas stay alive
easy on the smoke, i don’t really feel like tokin’
i gotta save some breath for this b_tch i be strokin’
everyday, i make a n_gga get fright
jealous_ass, p_ssy_ass n_gga can’t fight
i’m in my new disguise, feedin’ pigeons
ducks, any bird and bond’s my word (word is bond)
i make gadgets, illy, ill toys that k!ll
sleep on me, you’ll get a sleepin’ pill
pin that n_gga down right on the mat (bang!)
if you ain’t my n_gga, don’t reach for no gat
slap, right to the head
i’m blitzed to whip that ass, muerto style, dead
y’knahmsayin?
[outro]
smokin’ that sh_t
yeah, c’mon _ smokin’ that sh_t
sear, n_gga you know _ smokin’ that sh_t
earthquake, you know my man you’re cold _ smokin’ that sh_t
kurious jorge i know you’re not _ smokin’ that sh_t
zev love what you doin? smokin’ that sh_t
stop smokin’ that sh_t, stop smokin’ that sh_t
hahaha, smokin that motherf_ckin sh_t!
word up, yeah yeah, smokin that sh_t
smokin that motherf_ckin’ sh_t, you’re motherf_cking right
put the f_ckin pipe down!!

- kmd

كلمات أغنية عشوائية

كلمات الأغاني الشهيرة