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lirik lagu cuban link - up in smoke

yo,.lyrical murda on wax, what!?
still gettin high, puffin’ that la,
yeah, terror squad, blunt records,
check this sh-t out,
cuban link.. wha..

yo, i’m up in smoke,
puffin’ cho-co-la-te, ta-te queto
i rock my flow, and knock it out just like jose canseco
so take off like delta, run for shelta
theres no helper here, you felt of it
l be servin n-gg-s like mr. belvadere
i twist an l, sip a beer here and there
drink some liquor then pick a stripper that i can rip and tear, yeah
come hear the sounds of a rookie fromt he boogie down
used to be a shorty but guess whos givin nukkies now
so clown if you got the heart
start some bullsh-t, it’s your bid
a bullet through your skull from my full clip
i pull triggas givin n-gg-s h-ll, like i’m sittin,
fake a move, punk, and i’ll run you over like walter payton
makin hits, my cliques, makin moola
like don shula, nothin’s coola
than puffin on a phat blunt from cu-ba

i smoke more blunts than a little bit,
what are you an idiot?
the more i smoke,
the smaller my phillie get
i smoke more blunts than a little bit,
what are you an idiot?
wake up in the mornin, got me yearnin for herb!

start the buddah session,
true confessions, spark the cu’ up,
cu’ be where the supa-fly’s, buddahfied,
even in a suit n tie,
cruisin though the 5 boroughs wit live thorough,
n-gg-s that like to smoke they hydro in front of 5-0,
yo manolo shoot that piece of chit, chichi get the yayo,
while i pay frank a visit, but the bisquit to his cuello,
ey yo, this f-ckin blunt’s got me buggin,
i be thuggin it out, like noreaga playin,
you aint sayin nothing, bustin rappers like adreneline,
puttin venom in’em,
put’em on stage, for minimum wage, to graves is where i send’em
hem’em up like a party dress
terror squad is as hard as it gets
rippin your heart out your chest
spark the cess, chickenheads stressin the s-x
wanna jump up in the lex, twin, when they see me wit the best
twisted up the dutch, a little tony’s touch
let’em work the clutch while i lite the bliz up
on a highway wit this big f-cka
gettin high like chris tucker on friday, hit it my way
like frank sinatra, lite up at the opera
when the cops come show the prescription from the docta
i puff cause i got ta’
this stuff from the rasta’s
get enough love in the bronx, from italians wit all the pasta
john blazin, keep the tree’s blazin
you think a lil weed gonna f-ck with my cordination??

wha wha..

haha.. yeah..
blunted for life.. blunt records,
triple seis,
punisher,
fat ji-doe,
don cartigina,
fulla-clips, wha what,
cuban link’in it,
artie’s,.. yeah,
wha wha.. real n-gg-s..
blunted.
yea n-gg-.. this how we do.

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