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three 6 mafia - smokin' on da dro lyrics

hook (2x):
smokin’ on da dro
you can’t act like you don’t know
smokin’ on da dro
you can’t act like you don’t know
get down, get down on ya knees like a topnotch ho
get down on ya knees like a topnotch ho

(dj paul)
now all these chicken head hoes tryna smoke for free
see now hoe round these parts gone be smokin’ on me
get to f-ckin where you fit in
if you want it throw yo bucks in
trade yo truck in
put something on it

(la chat)
hold up, now how you figure that lachat be jockin n-gg-s for weed
you in my face so mother f-cker yeah i’m smoking for free
see we cant kick it ‘less you n-gg-s stick and roll in that dough
so f-ck you boy i’m real as truth and so i know we’ll smoke

(dj paul)
that aint my dog, that’s just a n-gg- that just be tryna play hard
the type of n-gg- i steal my weed from when times get hard
but if you wanna f-ck wit that fool its cool i aint hurtin
you better dress real light cuz that conditioning aint working

(la chat)
n-gg- who gives a f-ck what kinda friend or kid that he be to you
i’m bout my smokin’, chokin’, chiefin’, f-ck what you and him do
aint sh-t for free, but sh-t wit me, you gotta be ready to spin
a ghetto b-tch, i’m layin’ back smokin’ wit a devilish grin
player

hook (2x):

(scarecrow)
i smoke ’em, get choked on, provoked on the leaves
these b-tches want to get they hands on and chief
i duck in, i dodge in, i dip in, i dive
for b-tches who follow to smoke by my side
the head tilt, just like silk, she made me get milk
the hobos, just smoke on the blunt super built
sn-tch yo b-tches -ss if she went in my stash
make money, get f-cked up, treat women like trash

(juicy j)
all all these hoes be sayin we ghetto
maybe not they type of fellow
pushin on that chevy pedal
always tryna sell that yellow
guess she think that i’m gone beat her
all i wanna do is meet her
we can ride out on the bridge to meet this n-gg- wit maria
don’t be scared when we be slangin’
love yo company when we hangin’
heard you like to f-ck wit robbers, let you n-gg-s run a train and
rub yo p-ssy wit the fruity
bend you over, bang the booty
undercover f-ckin partners, i will shock ya never knew it

hook (2x):

(t-rock)
this for the smokers and cheifers
she get on reefer her throat is deeper
strait from a skeezer who stimulated to suck my pita
riding on ox and vogues
hallin and flockin hoes
which won of these b-tches ‘ll suck me clean as mop and glow
you ho in the freight can slown it
yo mouth and my d-ck component
a solid contraption we comin’ b-tches a magic moment
inside of a navigator
b-tches ‘ll m-st-rb-t- ya
this sweat is activator
vanilla her favorite flavor
the s-m-n -j-c-l-tor
but t-rock ‘ll never pay ya
if she broke then she wont hand a black wit out hoe and later
yo payment is from the labor
obedient to my favors
when she get hi her favorite food is d-ck and now-n-laters
a true gullin’ rooty playa
h-lla-fresh in my gators
b-tches they smoking free with the mafia undertakers
we cool as refrigerators
when breathin’ the chronic vapors
aint trustin’ no ho, a d-ck suckin’ ho is a infiltrator

hook (2x) til fade:

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