"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'mma flip yo, check it out - bust it
[Zev Love X]
I connect to spots like connect-the-dots
From the Lower East Side, to way up top
I got a map, too, express on the 6, I found you
Where they got the raw dog smoke at Soundview
Now, two nicks, damnit, do you understand?
Sike! Nuff respect to the dread man or I'mma dead man
I ain't no Fed man for the red hand
It's just my Walkman with instructions from Redman
Whomever I step to, remove the Phillie filter
'Cause I used to know this bitch and it killed her
(That bitch is dead, yo)
I'm smokin' that shit, 'cause I got a thousand jokes
Like puttin' your moms in a 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
[Kurious]
Check it
I do the hip, hop, the hibby, the hibby dibby
Kurious the too-fly magician, never givin'
These niggas 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 her big bra
I kindly reply, with a smile, "Aiyyo chill, hooooot damn"
Uh, uh, uh, I'm so sorry, umm
Feed 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 C.M. (Crewwwww!)
Not from the cocks but the blocks on the street or the goat
With the 40s, the Glocks, the Philly and the smoke
Just like George Bush is the type to drop bombs
Jorge Kurious will smoke skunk wit'cha moms
Throw a 50 yard pass, with a Afro pick
To Steve, Earthquake, stop smokin' that shit
Why??? Why??? Why do you keep smoking that shit?"
Aight, check it out yo, check it out yo
I'mma flip yo, check it out - bust it
[Zev Love X]
I connect to spots like connect-the-dots
From the Lower East Side, to way up top
I got a map, too, express on the 6, I found you
Where they got the raw dog smoke at Soundview
Now, two nicks, damnit, do you understand?
Sike! Nuff respect to the dread man or I'mma dead man
I ain't no Fed man for the red hand
It's just my Walkman with instructions from Redman
Whomever I step to, remove the Phillie filter
'Cause I used to know this bitch and it killed her
(That bitch is dead, yo)
I'm smokin' that shit, 'cause I got a thousand jokes
Like puttin' your moms in a 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
[Kurious]
Check it
I do the hip, hop, the hibby, the hibby dibby
Kurious the too-fly magician, never givin'
These niggas 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 her big bra
I kindly reply, with a smile, "Aiyyo chill, hooooot damn"
Uh, uh, uh, I'm so sorry, umm
Feed 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 C.M. (Crewwwww!)
Not from the cocks but the blocks on the street or the goat
With the 40s, the Glocks, the Philly and the smoke
Just like George Bush is the type to drop bombs
Jorge Kurious will smoke skunk wit'cha moms
Throw a 50 yard pass, with a Afro pick
To Steve, Earthquake, stop smokin' that shit
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