Lick Shots Smoke DZA (Ft. King Chip & Zombie Juice)

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[Chorus: KRS-One & Smoke DZA]
(Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha)
Yeah
(Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha)
Yeah
(Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha)
Yeah
(Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha)
(Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha)
Yeah
(Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha)
Yeah
(Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha)
(Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha)

[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
Uh, '05, I was flyin’ my pack
I took a couple whack losses, double ridin' my back (Uh)
I had ends for twenty-one, I was applyin' my tax
And you can take that to the bank, no, I don’t lie in my raps
My Broad Street homies, they supplyin' the wraps (Uh)
Me and Chip got the vibes, we providin' the slaps (What?)
Fifty for a gram, I had a time in the trap
The sour diesel era, I went diamond in that
Yeah, luxury whip, kids climb in the back
Give my daughter a couple dollars, hit your momma with that
I'm kinda relaxed, I'm kinda on edge, I'm kinda intact
Strangle on the game, I'm like Conor with that (Uh)
Sеrve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown (Uh)
Crеw got small, had to downsize, cut down (Uh)
I'm in the crib ’less the money call, I don’t fuck 'round (What?)
Tennis chains and Cuban links, everything bust down