lirik lagu smoke dza – cuz i felt like it
[verse 1: smoke dza]
righttttttt
my n-ggas don’t play draw something, they draw hammers
take shots, no cameras, no bandannas
but they grimy, loyalty to the block or it’s 10/90
ambush a n-gga kindly and untimely
n-ggas punani, tough until they reach the county
around k!llers n-ggas turn into mahatma gandhi
i take the dour ‘cross the border, get frisked by the mounties
but like a magician the package disappear
hit my homie brendan, “have some kush when i get there, mine’s tucked away”
he like “you good?”. i’m like “f-ckin’ a”
“you f-ckin’ right, this bout to cure me from the flight”
“and got some goodies waitin’ for me, sh-t i shipped ’em overnight”
i be on it, i got options to get right
and your b-tch about to kiss the c-ck good night
lames catch feelings, we catch flights
downtown harlem n-gga and all my n-ggas nice
[verse 2: den10]
i’m on my way to cali to see my b-tch
cause harlem got hot and my g got pinched
i need a new connect, got to bring that flip
i’m a star in the hood, everywhere i went
everywhere i’ve gone, everywhere i’ve been
if it ain’t make dollars, it ain’t make sense
fresh d-boy, a part-time pimp
missy elliot, is that your chick?
up in my car? boyfriend stare hard
i’m still a gangstar with my full clip
g-h-e-double t-o then
ghetto moms, ghetto friends, i’m ghettoin’
get money, i show it
won’t save, i blow it
miss my first payment when i lease that benz
yea b-tch i’m gutta gutta (naw n-gga, you ghetto as motherf-cka)
[verse 3: den10]
on my way to texas, drivin’ reckless
sippin’ peach ciroc, almost missed my exit
watchin’ for the cops, i ain’t got no license
ghetto like a motherf-cka, peep my gesture
tilted brim, heavy lean suggested
lookin’ for a lean that’ll push this package
half a brick of yay and a d-cup breastes
(keep rapping, don’t get lazy on me, keep going n-gga)
got the same shine that’s in my necklace
gotta live it up cause i ain’t dead yet
i’m here, leave it up to them, nope i got it brah
been too thin to the gangstas, they not as tough
i been tryna hide stuff, yea keep it moderate
my lil’ lil’ man keep the tech in a holister
i don’t really really wanna have to shoot ya’ party up
tell the dj play my sh-t, keep it rockin’
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