Smokin' Dro Lyrics - Golden Grain - Disturbing Tha Peace

I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's 

Beat knockin' with the big blaze choppin' nigga 

I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's 

Ridin' dirty, candy paint, lookin' purty 

See I'm addicted to this fast life, it's hard to slow me down 

When ya, momma on the crack pipe and ya daddy ain't around 

You hear the sounds of the wildest gunshots from a large clip 

When we started choppin' O's off in this empty apartment 

See I was, standin' in the track, and my back is the target 

With a hammer on my side lookin' like I'm layin' carpets 

See you flip it 'til you get it nigga, we hangin' like this cable 

On my way, to I-20 nigga I gotta play in Decatur 

See I'm ridin' and I'm blowin' on twenty dollar bills 

'Cause we, only got that gold; you can't buy regular around here 

Stayin' true to the prestige and the economic status 

I still stacked 100 G's stayin' in my momma's attic 

Stackin' under Kraft-matics, Willie sleepin' on the cheese 

See we got ki's and the D's and the P's and TV's 

And I'm ridin' in C.P. with a glock-40 as my tooley 

On the block, with the top back, blowin' out that booty up 

I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's 

Beat knockin' with the big blaze choppin' nigga 

I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's 

Ridin' dirty, candy paint, lookin' purty 

I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's 

Beat knockin' with the big blaze choppin' nigga 

I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's 

Ridin' dirty, candy paint, lookin' purty 

You know I-20 ridin' Regal's - cuttin' cutters 

Since my wood grains got no stains; be in some other shit 

A big body Chevy on the, chrome lookin' pretty 

If it's dro, or the sticky I need, I'm hittin' Tity 

On my system knock so loud, they call the cops on me 

Ladies show that ass proud, and make it drop for me 

This is how a nigga ride, in A.T.L. 

And if the twelve drop pull me over, I hide the scales 

Blowin' dro out the song booth, with windows tinted 

Ridin' clean down Old Campbellton Road, y'all know who in it 

Got my seat pushed way back, arm out the window 

Niggaz quick to pull a car-jack, armed when they in [Incomprehensible] 

I push a Range and my brother Fate in S.S. Impala 

Ludacris, with the Escalade, and Tit' quickly follow 

Gettin ready for the summer get your cars out and fix it 

When it comes to that ridin' and smoke, look I'm addicted nigga 

I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's 

Beat knockin' with the big blaze choppin' nigga 

I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's 

Ridin' dirty, candy paint, lookin' purty 

I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's 

Beat knockin' with the big blaze choppin' nigga 

I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's 

Ridin' dirty, candy paint, lookin' purty 

Yo, gotta get that monkey off my back, sir 

I'm smokin' dro and choppin' O's up in my 'llac, sir 

Where the fuck you at when them little bitty animals attack, sir? 

I'm in the trap and when I get caught up in a rap-ture relax, sir 

It's like cata-racts to me, ac-tually it has to be 

A fac-tory of smoke and clouds I'm chok-in proud 

And Rhap-sody, the sack of trees is wrote and now 

So pot-ent now the track is squeezed 

So clap and be happy to be nappy and snappin' 

Just keep on rappin' but nobody comes af-ter me 

One hit from the blunt then I stop drop, roll 

Really really wanna fuck with the glock, glock? No 

They so simple better hit that block, slow 

On yo' mark, get get ready, set, go 

You could watch this Georgia tech' blow 

If I don't get some of that wet wet wet wet dro 

I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's 

Beat knockin' with the big blaze choppin' nigga 

I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's 

Ridin' dirty, candy paint, lookin' purty 

I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's 

Beat knockin' with the big blaze choppin' nigga 

I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's 

Ridin' dirty, candy paint, lookin' purty