Testo Smokin' & Rollin'
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Chorus (uncredited): repeat 2X Smokin'....and rollin' Up in a ride that ain't even much paid for And you can tell by the smell in my clothes what I've been doin' And ain't no secret dogg the ghetto got me ruined lookin' for the hoes [First Verse] Tryin' to stack my chips and made a quick lick Tryin' to hit a quick lick and stack chips for life, you my bitch tonight Go on and graze the head and try to raise the dead And bring a nigga dick back to life It's called sacrifice Now girl do what you must Tell me who do you trust with a dub set of your keys? With a dub set of your keys now tell me who do you trust? Go head and do what you must, I had to bust your bubble, you ain't no better than these And like the Vietnamese I got the same eyes ready to ride for mine down to roll I got a pound of goat, down to smoke it down Sippin' a crown and coke Tryin' to focus dogg, tryin' to focus dogg Sippin' a crown and coke Ready to ride for mine, lovin' the ghetto amen Duckin' the federal pen You fuck around with niggas down to level your chin How many medals you win For gettin' shot to death? For gettin' shot to death, how many medals you win? You fuck around with niggas down to level your chin Duckin' the federal pen, lovin' the ghetto amen Promisin' never to bend Cuz I'm a soldier, told ya what the camp be like Don't forget me Dogg and these bitch made niggas is behind me Still tryin' to find me Up in the midst of fog, I'm up against the wall, and still.... Smokin' Chorus [Second Verse] In the middle got a little bit more than I'm supposed to have Lookin' for hoes to grab, I hit the club with the hen in my cup A quarter pound of bud, I come around with thugs, callin' my enemy bluff You wanna pretend to be tough? You wanna pretend to be tough? Callin' my enemy bluff Even though a nigga bailin' with thugs, lookin' for hoes to grab I'm runnin' game like a sociopath I flash a lil' cash, every now and then I can ask for them hoes to laugh Nigga supposed to mash, I put the mack down Put the mack down, nigga supposed to mash And like a sociopath I run game, never go unchanged Nigga know they hate to see me for some cash Want me to flow so bad I gotta watch my back Cuz niggas plot to jack And on the slick I gotta be up on my P's and Q's Before you get up in the game, better read the blues And what'cha need to do is take out and pay your dues Because the paper stack'll get deep dogg, but how deep the paper stack get? When the gat spit, I can dump a many assassin Duckin' when I blast And came back with a plastic hip Go on and pass the fifth Of one fifty one, so I can sip me some And get bent, tryin' to get bent sippin' a fifth of one fifty one I gotta do what I got, to pay rent I'm only fuckin' with bitches who got potential to grow And eventually gross a lil' more than more than me And if she eventually gross a lil' more than me Then I'ma take the bitch and go home with me Game consists of mix of more truth than lies Come here superthighs, you got the cutest eyes And on top of that, got a brand new Benz with the droopy eyes And let's ride Chorus [Third Verse] How the fuck I'ma live life broke? I gotta get my blazin' L raised in Hell with stripes I gotta keep the mail tight and gel at night For tryin' to smoke the green up and sell the white Picture me rollin' again, soon as you lock me in I'm on the stroll again, lookin' for hoes again Up on the dude with the lake Get the herb and herb My nigga pull to the curb to get the blue and the papes Go get the blue and the papes You better pull to the curb, and get the herb and herb So we can blaze a sack And try to fade the black And I ain't paid to act You gotta face the fact that I was made to mack And I ain't afraid to ask To get my back rubbed in the Black lacka tub Gettin' head and all Gettin' head and all In a black lacka tub, with a fat sack of bud, drinkin' a red dog I'm in the ghetto forever, I'm tryin' to make the loot and still shake the troops Tryin' to shake the troops and still make the loot With a lil' taste of brew and a whole case of gooch Ready to face the truth with a whole case of gooch And a taste of brew, bout to bend the block and get blowed tonight My nigga, show ya right For life, is what the Camp Soldiers like If you ready to ride, let's roll Chorus
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