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smoke on - e.s.g. lyrics

(ahhh yeah…
as we lock up in the mother f-cking smoke room with all this southside flavor
we gon mix in this big pot of kool aid something like this…)

smoke…smoke on
(what you doing e?)
smoke…smoke on
(say fool, i’m getting higher than a mother f-cker)
smoke…smoke on…
(with that perignon)
smoke on…smoke on…
(don’t forget about that yellowstone)

well as i kick in your door with this k!ller flow
for the 94, so p-ss the indo
coming through that south park-you hoes can’t stop me
trying to guess my next move like you playing a game of monopoly
you know big tone is from the stone and she’s never losing
packing a chrome to your dome straight out of houston
you know when i put on my suit, i’m gon clown
coming down with that e.s.g. from h-town

mack 11, tech 9
trying to put in some work
noting but another plug shooting slugs with hurt
f-cking a copper with a chopper
p-ss the wheel of k!ller sweets
and i wonder will the death be of the next n-gga that i meet
eye to eye
fly to fly
quick enough won’t
quick a younger fool from the cl!ck
pull that 187 sh-t
on at 14 take it straight to your dome
and you can get crunk but imma smoke on

well who’s next up to bat with that rat tat tat tat
no it ain’t the rage and it don’t be the brat
i’m straight from the south, i got it going on
who’s this? it’s that b-tch and that switch from yellowstone
breaking em off a chunk, so don’t even try
puffing on a fry, the t the o the r the i
and you know it’s on
it’s that e and that yellowstone
so y’all smoke on

as i awake in the morning
my eyes filled with sleep
i’m reaching for the dresser trying to grab my swisher sweet
my day is good as gold by the time i get it lit
and off to the bathroom to take me a sh-t
and when i’m finished sh-tting
i’ts time to get my grub on
for breakfast in the morning eating left-over neck bones
watch my eyes and hit the gut
flipping through my hood trying to make my daily cash flow

what’s up to my hoes?
what’s up to my fellas?
my colors like my set
there green and f-cking yellow
it’s lil vaughn her i come through your gutter
low pros, 84s , predos and peanut b-tter
back on this set with this f-cking e.s.g
about to hurt you hoes in the d-mn industry
pop roof, pop trunk, grab my remote
and watch this hoe float off this south k!ller smoke

(e.s.g.)
well i’m straight from the south
with that voodoo and them gators
and one thing’s fa sho i got no love for player haters
and them white folks shouldn’t never turned me lose
im having breakfast on my seven deuce, pancakes and juice
in the 94, it’s that n-gga esg
got them hoes sw-ngin and bangin like i did in 93′
but you can back the f-ck up cause iiknow that you can’t fade me
like the 8 ball said-won’t you smoke on baby

smoke…smoke on
(what you doing e?)
smoke…smoke on
(say fool, im getting higher than a mother f-cker)
smoke…smoke on…
(with that perignon)
smoke on…smoke on…
(don’t forget about that yellowstone)

(shout outs——————————————)

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