Smoke Lyrics - Tha Dogg Pound

Man, I gotta stop smoking this shit 

Cause that shit gon straight 

[Snoop] 

I can't stop, and I won't stop, ha ha ha ha 

Damn, yeah, staright blueberries 

[Kurupt] 

This microphones is mines, I seen you scopin 

I'm hopin that you step so I can bust your chest open 

This is how I am, this is my mentally 

Don't try to battle me, I cause fatalities 

And this is how it is when the microphone put to torture 

MC's done tried to step but I caught ya 

I'm like a sorcerer, magical with rhymes 

I'm one of a kind, my lines too inclined for your mind 

And that's the way it is, you can't see me so don't even try 

I wonder why MC's done tried to step in and they died 

Now I be that MC, you can't see that 

Lyricist that breaks MC's backs 

Matter of a fact that ain't the way you should do it 

This is how it is in showbiz 

I know this MC can't even get close 

Cause I rock shit from the west to the east coast 

[Snoop] 

Why they wanna fuck with my smoke 

Why they wanna fuck with my smoke 

Kurupt tell me, why they wanna fuck 

Now I'm rollin in the fast lane tryin to find the right lane 

I'm spittin game like big pimpin is my name 

I need a flame, so I can get this shit lit 

Its snoop dogg, I'm bout to drop me a hit 

I got my nigga named kingpin to the right 

And we plan on smoking all night 

And when we through my nigga named priest gon increase the peace 

Blaze up another sack, get your kakies creased 

Cause its on and poppin, ain't no stopping 

Snoop is on the mic I'm lyrically hoppin 

Poppin just like a motherfuckin strap 

Don't talk shit cause your best to watch your back 

Because umm, why you sleepin we creepin 

And um, we got a fat sack of blueberries, its scary 

My brother jerry told me one day 

He said snoop when you reach the top will you please blaze a J 

For me and my homie J d-o-g, who's in the penitentiary but see 

Its still cool to me cause Ima swing it on bring it on 

Got another fat sack so blaze up the ozone 

It on like that we ain't no joke 

So motherfuckin back off or jack off for my smoke, smoke, smoke 

[Chorus: repeat 2X] 

Why they wanna fuck with my smoke 

Somebody tell me Why they wanna fuck with my smoke 

They say no to dope, and ugh to drugs 

But motherfuck that I'm a motherfuckin thug nigga 

[Tha Relativez] 

Spots stay open, under water hydro 

Orange fire and chronic out the side door 

Dogg soprano, sugar buddha the pimp 

Been had hoe's, been havin chips 

Spit out gangsta shit like haa chooo 

In a ride, ahh with teezy with red haa shoes 

Tha relatives, how gangsta is that 

Half my life blowin do do wit a strap in my lap 

Just goin out the ills and its hurtin niggaz 

Kickin niggaz door down and searchin niggaz 

In the fence for a week and its perkin niggaz 

You niggaz ain't some gangstaz you some working niggaz 

Ain't no mo silent niggaz 

My prediction, 2004 there's gon be hoes and snitchin niggaz 

Or peepin niggaz out the barrel of a 40 

Hood on hood crime, homies killing homies 

?? to harlem, chips flippin we ballin 

Ain't nuttin better than being young gangsta and ballin 

Blowed outta mind, probably be the high some more 

Master money marna for the law 

I'm from the salty 619, home of the corca 

Mystica holders with pistolas and purple morta 

Americas finest find me north of tha border 

Please, no seeds, break bread cost an awful lot 

Chay flag on a borca, slide in croca's 

Splitters or the swishers, twisters, hundred sport cars 

This for big tony, homey in the yinta 

Inglewood to tango, relativez the bleeka 

[Chorus: repeat 3X] 

Why they wanna fuck with my smoke 

Somebody tell me Why they wanna fuck with my smoke 

They say no to dope, and ugh to drugs 

But motherfuck that I'm a motherfuckin thug nigga