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lick shots - smoke dza lyrics

[chorus: krs*one & smoke dza]
(buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha)
yeah
(buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha)
yeah
(buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha)
yeah
(buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha)
(buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha)
yeah
(buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha)
yeah
(buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha)
(buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha)

[verse 1: smoke dza]
uh, ’05, i was flyin’ my pack
i took a couple whack losses, double ridin’ my back (uh)
i had ends for twenty*one, i was applyin’ my tax
and you can take that to the bank, no, i don’t lie in my raps
my broad street homies, they supplyin’ the wraps (uh)
me and chip got the vibes, we providin’ the slaps (what?)
fifty for a gram, i had a time in the trap
the sour diesel era, i went diamond in that
yeah, luxury whip, kids climb in the back
give my daughter a couple dollars, hit your momma with that
i’m kinda relaxed, i’m kinda on edge, i’m kinda intact
strangle on the game, i’m like conor with that (uh)
sеrve anybody like n*ggas who hustle uptown (uh)
crеw got small, had to downsize, cut down (uh)
i’m in the crib ’less the money call, i don’t f*ck ’round (what?)
tennis chains and cuban links, everything bust down
[chorus: krs*one & smoke dza]
(buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha)
yeah
(buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha)
yeah
(buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha)
yeah
(buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha)
(buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha)
yeah
(buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha)
yeah
(buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha)
(buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha)

[verse 2: chip tha ripper]
uh, yeah, this what you was lookin’ for
you know we keep on cookin’, ho
my hookers keep on hookin’, ho
it’s high but then i took it low
just so i can take off again
and kick you in your sternum, b*tch
it’s chip tha rip and dza in this b*tch
you should be nervous, b*tch
this sh*t you never heard of, b*tch
the weed we in here smokin’ on
i am in a room full of people, but i smoke alone
puttin’ a hunnid miles of d*ck in this b*tch
in my hotel, watchin’ reruns of ridiculousness
i just delete the b*tch
really don’t make no sense to get p*ssed
i don’t care if you diss
neck lit, glistenin’ wrist
don’t listen to what they tellin’ you, but listen to this
on our first disagreement you out there on the scene
and believe me, i got negative five tolerance
even if i don’t got five on it, i got a b*tch
and if we look like a odd couple, she probably rich
and i don’t tell her my business ’cause she’ll probably snitch
[chorus: krs*one & smoke dza]
(buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha)
yeah
(buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha)
yeah
(buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha)
yeah
(buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha)
(buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha)
yeah
(buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha)
yeah
(buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha)
(buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha)

[verse 3: zombie juice]
thug life, pour out a lil’ liquor
spittin’ loogies like tupac
f*ck these n*ggas, look
cradle to the grave
hail mary, forgive me for these days
sinnin’ got me complacent
i’m fornicatin’ in foreign places
like, only god can judge me
i’m grateful for these changes
i rather be yo’ n*gga, you rather be my b*tch
until the end of time, could f*ck around, cause an eclipse
why every 9/10 rapper sound the same?
every sentence like, “y’all ain’t really lit”
count up the bills more, that’s lineage
friends turn to foes, i’m starin’ out my rear view mirror, prayin’
i ain’t gotta blow it, the life of an outlaw
product of my environment, who could vouch for him?
i filled the room up, a dozen roaches
marni slippers, white leather sofas
so much snow in the nostrils, huh, could cause a cold front
they don’t wanna see a bad guy, toothpick, that’s razor ramon
head in the clouds, i’m in a league of my own
i’m movin’ weight like a bbl, i’m up in the mornin’
splash water for that p*ssy, always good in the mornin’
i told my son, “you gon’ make it, never stress where you goin'”
the time is now, the devil gon’ test you, you reap what you sowin’
let’s get it
[chorus: krs*one & smoke dza]
(buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha)
yeah
(buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha)
yeah
(buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha)
yeah
(buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha)
(buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha)
yeah
(buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha)
yeah
(buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha)
(buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha)

- smoke dza lyrics

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