Smokin'

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم (uh, uhh, to the gods)
(To the gods, uh, uh, to the earths)
Pass that shit homey

Now tell me, what y'all smoking?
What kinda heat y'all holdin'?
Well is your creep move potent
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns, I pass 'em to my niggas c'mon
We bi-coastin', keeping our pockets bulging
We got the plan in motion
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns, I pass 'em to my niggas c'mon

Zoom, from outer space he comes
Blunt in his mouth with his hand on his gun
Bitches flapping they gums, do he be clapping and shooting guys
Actor or a movie star, rapper revolutionized
What is his race, nation or creed?
Is he Arabic, black, Latin, Asian they read
Magazines say, "I walked on water, talked to the heavens
Spit at judges, stepped on peasants"

But in reality, I just entered your galaxy
September '73, up in these wild streets
Fuckin' these wild freaks, a harem of hoes (God damn)
And my mystique got 'em tearing my clothes

Now tell me, what y'all smoking?
What kinda heat y'all holdin'?
Well is your creep move potent
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns, I pass 'em to my niggas c'mon
We bi-coastin', keeping our pockets bulging
We got the plan in motion
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns, I pass 'em to my niggas c'mon

My nigga smoke with one lung
If he cough he might die, passing me trees
The liquor bottle's almost empty
We about to collide, with the enemy
Only way you die, if it's meant to be
You fucking with a general

No discussion is the principle, we busting, it's the end of you
Now, we knocking on your mama door
Like we cam to fix the sink, my kind of war
Death, angels coming for you
Spirit horse running from your body like, "Young Guns one and two"
Paramedics fighting for you, who's gon' win?
The hands of time, or the hands of medicine

Don't cry, witness your fate, this is your wake
Walk by your casket, spit in your face
Enter the fog dog, the light is your guide
And when you're gone all your niggas gon' light it with Nas

Now tell me, what y'all smoking?
What kinda heat y'all holdin'?
Well is your creep move potent
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns, I pass 'em to my niggas c'mon
We bi-coastin', keeping our pockets bulging
We got the plan in motion
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns, I pass 'em to my niggas c'mon

Pardon, but I gotta question of life now
Look at the nigga next to you right now
Is he real, fake or scared?
Do it like this niggas right hands in the air
Ball it to a fist and put it over your heart
Now let's say it all together, let the ceremony start

I shall, stay real stay true stay holding figures
Never put a bitch over my niggas
I shall never, cooperate with the law
Never snake me, I always hold you down in war
If they take one of mine, I take one of theirs
I never break the oath to the death, I swear

I swear, that's how we pledge allegiance, to the alliance
Of underworld's killers and thugs, though the science
Of a nigga still yet to be found
So light up some green, and pass it around (just pass it around)

Now tell me, what y'all smoking?
What kinda heat y'all holdin'?
Well is your creep move potent
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns, I pass 'em to my niggas c'mon
We bi-coastin', keeping our pockets bulging
We got the plan in motion
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns, I pass 'em to my niggas c'mon

Want to get high, come smoke with me
Smoke with me, light it up (hey nigga, take this weed, I'm 'bout to go with my bitch house)

Want to get high, (get my fuck on nigga) come smoke with me
Smoke with me, (y'all nigga stay up) light it up

Want to get high, come smoke with me
Smoke with me, light it up

Want to get high, (yea-yeah) come smoke with me (uhh)
Smoke with me, (yea-yeah) light it up (get fucked up)
Yeah, (yea-yeah) come here bitch, come smoke with big men