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THA DOGG POUND lyrics : "Smoke"

(feat. Tha Relativez, Snoop Doggy Dogg)

Man, I gotta stop smoking this %#@!

Cause that %#@! gon straight

[Snoop]

I cant stop, and I wont 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 cant 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 cant see that

Lyricist that breaks MC's backs
Matter of a fact that aint the way you should do it
This is how it is in showbiz

I know this MC cant even get close
Cause I rock %#@! from the west to the east coast


[Snoop]
Why they wanna $#&@ with my smoke
Why they wanna $#&@ with my smoke

Kurupt tell me, why they wanna $#&@
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 %#@! lit
Its snoop dogg, I'm bout to drop me a hit
I got my ^!$$% named kingpin to the right

And we plan on smoking all night
and when we through my ^!$$% named priest gon increase the peace
Blaze up another sack, get your kakies creased

Cause its on and poppin, aint no stopping
Snoop is on the mic I'm lyrically hoppin
Poppin just like a mother$#&@in strap

Don't talk %#@! 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 aint no joke

So mother$#&@in back off or jack off for my smoke, smoke, smoke

[Chorus: x2]

Why they wanna $#&@ with my smoke
Somebody tell me Why they wanna $#&@ with my smoke
They say no to dope, and ugh to drugs

But mother$#&@ that I'm a mother$#&@in thug ^!$$%

[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 %#@! 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 ^!$$%z

Kickin ^!$$%z door down and searchin ^!$$%z
In the fence for a week and its perkin ^!$$%z
You ^!$$%z aint some gangstaz you some working ^!$$%z

Aint no mo silent ^!$$%z
My prediction, 2004 theres gon be hoes and snitchin ^!$$%z
Or peepin ^!$$%z out the barrel of a 40

Hood on hood crime, homies killing homies

?? to harlem, chips flippin we ballin
aint 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: x3]
Why they wanna $#&@ with my smoke
Somebody tell me Why they wanna $#&@ with my smoke
They say no to dope, and ugh to drugs
But mother$#&@ that I'm a mother$#&@in thug ^!$$%

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