Smoke 'em, smoke 'em, smoke 'em if ya gottem. If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottom. Smoke 'em, smoke 'em, smoke 'em if ya gottem. If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottom.
Alright, alright. . Yeah, Im a nicely zooted new car owner, and Im somewhat convoluted. Because Im living in a coma. I render those useless who pinch off my trim.
Methadonia. They weeble and they wobble. But they don't fall down. You see the fed has got their back. And they say, it's better than crack. Plus it keeps them mellow and passive.
I pity the punks that partake in the madness. Yangin' the young for their products and profits. The pushers keep pushin' on D and on Jump Street. Pushin' the passive pill, so ya don't need.
Hemlock five caught me out there later on. It's the girl I told the man, but he swore he'd prove me wrong. Not seeing as I saw it as I gazed at the skyline.
We got the crazy crew. You think you comin' we say. "Na na na". We got the block locked up. . We got the crazy crew. You think you comin' we say. "Na na na".
I used to wear dress blues, I used to get my cues. From the dudes in D.C. with the wing tip shoes. And my boss said it was Paris or prison. And the judge said, "Son, you better make your decision".
One, two, three and I come with the redneck style. 'Cause you know I get paid by the Mile, like Avis. I pave this, fast save this, everybody smile and act gracious.