Songtext:
feat. Earthquake, Kurious transparent "Why do you keep smoking that shit? Why will you keep smoking that shit? Why??? Why??? Why do you keep smoking that shit?"
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 damnit, 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 bitch and it killed her (that bitch is dead) I'm smokin that shit, cause I got a thousand jokes Like puttin your moms in the yoke cause she broke some choke Bitch, you're blowin up the spot, be out Yo either get some dough, or get the fuck down South with your bitch-ass 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 niggaz a piece of my pie, cause yo my shit is fat Just like my pockets your girl's titties is flat So when the bitch slid in correct with the funk from the big bra I kindly reply, with a smile, aiyyo chill hooooot damn Uh uh uh, I'm so sorry Umm, eat your tits, cause them shits is from Somalia Check it out, on the one to the two It's some shit from the zoo, it's the C.M. crew Now from the cocks 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 pass, with a afro pick to Steve, Earthquake, stop smokin that shit
[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 nigga, it's only just a rumor So step the fuck back, 'fore you get your shit cracked I had to think up a plan, so now I'm fat like that 280 pounds of pure funk, and no junk I snatch a ho bitch up, just like Dave, did The Chipmunks Kid I'm rough tough, strong enough to call your bluff Handcuff your wife up, while your bitch, 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 dick, I don't smoke that shit I don't want this shit, so you flip the script
[Chorus] You know I'm on that shit - STOP SMOKIN THAT SHIT You know I'm on that shit - STOP SMOKIN THAT SHIT I'm always always on that shit - STOP SMOKIN THAT SHIT Yeah I'm on that shit - STOP SMOKIN THAT SHIT
[Verse Four] Stop smokin that shit, '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 motherfuckin {?} As you know, I'm on the microphone to make you all know that shit that you smoke will make you mad broke I don't give a fuck 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 motherfuckin 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 shit 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 niggaz stay alive Easy on the smoke, I don't really feel like tokin I gotta save some breath for this bitch I be strokin Everyday I make a nigga get right Jealous-ass, pussy-ass nigga 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 nigga, down right on the mat (bang!) If you ain't my nigga, don't reach for no gat Slap, right to the head I'm blitzed to whip that ass, {?} style, dead Y'knahmsayin?
[Outro] SMOKIN THAT SHIT Yeah, c'mon - SMOKIN THAT SHIT You see a nigga you know - SMOKIN THAT SHIT My man you're cold - SMOKIN THAT SHIT Kurious Jorge I know you're not - SMOKIN THAT SHIT Zev Love what you doin? SMOKIN THAT SHIT Stop SMOKIN THAT SHIT, stop SMOKIN THAT SHIT Hahaha, smokin that motherfuckin shit! Word up, yeah yeah, smokin that shit Smokin that motherfuckin shit, you're motherfuckin right Put the fuckin pipe down!!
