Smokin' That S*@%!

"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
 I connect the spots like connect the dots
 From the lower Eastside, to way up top
 I got a map to express on the six, I found
 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 Phoonta
 '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
 Check it, I do the hip, 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 hot, 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 CM crew
 Now from the cocks with the blocks, on the street or the goat
 With the forty, 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 fifty yard pass, with a Afro pick
 To Steve, Earthquake, stop smokin' that shit
 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
 Two hundred and eighty 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
 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
 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' gain
 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 lovesick, 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
 I drink Colt forty-five 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
 If you ain't my nigga, don't reach for no gat
 Slap, right to the head
 I'm blitzed to whip that ass, Moabo style, dead
 You know what I'm sayin'?
 Smokin' that shit
 Yeah, c'mon, smokin' that shit
 You see a nigga, you know, smokin' that shit
 Real quick, 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