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dj old bump - smokin' lyrics

[куплет 1] + kingpin skinny pimp
chiefin’ on that green dope, triple six boomin’
dj paul got the hay, get into the room, wind from the gun got me numb
constantly smokin’, pure got me spinnin’, little gin drinkin’
thunderbird, to the [?] chill will and cello comin’ at the table, slippin’ on the yago
b+tches at the front door with a quarter pound of dope foggin’ up my window, once again, you do hear me, though
green chevy thang with the woodgrain steerin’ wheel, fall off with the big boy, k!lla lookin’ for a k!ll
drunk, full of bump, plus some skunk, and i’m drizznunk, that’s the wizznay that we live
crazy, full of weed, indeed, b+tch, seekin’ tight, get a thick b+tch, hit the light green, horsesh+t, b+tch, stop [?]

[куплет 2] + dj paul
we huff and puff, blow out a big clout of smoke from the blunts i pass
the k!llers in the triple six clique thеm cl!ck to put some lead on some bustеrs ass
the grass burn slow, i blast a ho, the mask on my face, though
threw it out the roof of the five+point+o
mustangs, we must stang on a+
+stangs, we must stang on a+
+stangs, we must+ get a little smoke in our lives
that’s what we deserve, to smoke them herbs and burn eternally
insides of a mafia n+gga was already burned to permanently
lyin’ over a glass wants ’em squizzab but my n+gga carmike boomin’
so i leave it up to keep to tell you how mr. pizznaul do it

[pre+chorus: koopsta knicca]
we chiefin’ high, f+ck a dime (high), f+ck a dime, f+ck a dime
chief+chiefin’ high, f+ck a dime, f+ck a dime, f+ck a dime
we chiefin’ high, f+ck a dime (high), f+ck a dime, f+ck a dime
chief+chiefin’ high, f+ck a dime, f+ck a dime, f+ck a dime
[куплет 3] + carmike
stop at in in+n+out ’cause that was on my route
i got the bush now, i’m out for mr. sinclair, no need to stare, finna put the light in the air
hickory, d+ckory, dock, i smoke, we parking down the block
hickory, d+ckory, d+ck, i got the back full of tricks, on the five+way up on k’
try me if you wanna try, when i’m on the snort i think i can fly
so i don’t try to fight it, let it take control
lay back my head, let me wiver through your soul
extra, extra, like born again, but i can’t put that reefer down, that’s my f+ckin’ sin

[chorus: carmike & koopsta knicca]
get a lil’ smoke (high), get a lil’ smoke
get a lil’ smoke and glide
get a lil’ smoke, get a lil’ smoke (high)
get a lil’ smoke and glide
get a lil’ smoke, get a lil’ smoke (high)
get a lil’ smoke and glide
high, high, high, high

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