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kmd - stop smoking that shit lyrics

“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

(zev love x)
i connect to spots like connect-the-dots
from the lower eastside, 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 licks d-mnit, do you understand?
nuff respect to the dread man or i’ma dead man
i ain’t no fake man for the red hand
it’s just my warmth and with instructions from redman
whomever i step to, remove the phillie {?}
cause i used to know this b-tch and it killed her (that b-tch is dead)
i’m smokin that sh-t, cause i got a thousand jokes
like puttin your moms in the yoke 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–ss son, and tell him throw up his dukes
so i can spend his lunch loot at noop noop

(kurious)
check it
i do the hip, hop, the hibby, the hibby dibby
kurious the too-fly magician, never givin
these n-gg-z a piece of my pie, cause yo my sh-t is fat
just like my pockets your girl’s t-tties is flat
so when the b-tch slid in correct with the funk from the big bra
i kindly reply, with a smile, aiyyo chill hooooot d-mn
uh uh uh, i’m so sorry
umm, eat your t-ts, 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
now from the c-cks with the blocks on the street or the goat
with the 40, the glocks, the phillie and the smoke
just like george bush is the type to drop bombs
george kemprias will smoke scarm wit’cha moms
throw a 50 yard p-ss, with a afro pick
to steve, earthquake, stop smokin that sh-t

(earthquake)
i keep my gun out my holster, i’m wanted on the poster
cause i shot the sheriff who knocked the cherry 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-gg-, it’s only just a rumor
so step the f-ck back, ‘fore you get your sh-t cracked
i had to think up a plan, 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 mc’s
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 four)
stop smokin that sh-t, ‘fore you get killed
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 {?}
as you know, i’m on the microphone to make 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 love sick, drink that brew i’m a nasty jew
i don’t solve mysteries, never wearin lees
i got the motherf-ckin s.i. to be, where it seed
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

(subroc)
i drink colt 45 and talk in mad jive
you know i stay alive, my n-gg-z 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-gg- get right
jealous–ss, p-ssy–ss n-gg- 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 kill
sleep on me, you’ll get a sleepin pill
pin that n-gg-, down right on the mat (bang!)
if you ain’t my n-gg-, don’t reach for no gat
slap, right to the head
i’m blitzed to whip that -ss, {?} style, dead
y’knahmsayin?

(outro)
smokin that sh-t
yeah, c’mon – smokin that sh-t
you see a n-gg- you know – smokin that sh-t
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-ckin right
put the f-ckin pipe down!

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