Stop Smoking That Shit Lyrics - Singles - Kmd

"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