smokin' & rollin'
Singer:j-dawg
up in a ride that ain't even much paid for
and you can tell by the smell in my clothes what i've been doin'
and ain't no secret dogg the ghetto got me ruined lookin' for the hoes
tryin' to stack my chips and made a quick lick
tryin' to hit a quick lick and stack chips for life
go on and graze the head and try to raise the dead
and bring a nigga dick back to life
now girl do what you must
tell me who do you trust with a dub set of your keys?
with a dub set of your keys now tell me who do you trust?
go head and do what you must
i had to bust your bubble
you ain't no better than these
i got the same eyes ready to ride for mine down to roll
you fuck around with niggas down to level your chin
for gettin' shot to death?
for gettin' shot to death
you fuck around with niggas down to level your chin
told ya what the camp be like
don't forget me dogg and these bitch made niggas is behind me
in the middle got a little bit more than i'm supposed to have
i hit the club with the hen in my cup
you wanna pretend to be tough?
you wanna pretend to be tough? callin' my enemy bluff
even though a nigga bailin' with thugs
i'm runnin' game like a sociopath
every now and then i can ask for them hoes to laugh
and like a sociopath i run game
nigga know they hate to see me for some cash
and on the slick i gotta be up on my p's and q's
before you get up in the game
and what'cha need to do is take out and pay your dues
because the paper stack'll get deep dogg
but how deep the paper stack get?
i can dump a many assassin
and came back with a plastic hip
tryin' to get bent sippin' a fifth of one fifty one
i'm only fuckin' with bitches who got potential to grow
and eventually gross a lil' more than more than me
and if she eventually gross a lil' more than me
then i'ma take the bitch and go home with me
game consists of mix of more truth than lies
got a brand new benz with the droopy eyes
how the fuck i'ma live life broke?
i gotta get my blazin' l raised in hell with stripes
i gotta keep the mail tight and gel at night
for tryin' to smoke the green up and sell the white
up on the dude with the lake
my nigga pull to the curb to get the blue and the papes
go get the blue and the papes
you better pull to the curb
and get the herb and herb
and try to fade the black
you gotta face the fact that i was made to mack
and i ain't afraid to ask
to get my back rubbed in the black lacka tub
i'm in the ghetto forever
i'm tryin' to make the loot and still shake the troops
tryin' to shake the troops and still make the loot
with a lil' taste of brew and a whole case of gooch
ready to face the truth with a whole case of gooch
bout to bend the block and get blowed tonight
is what the camp soldiers like