CRI$p - Smoke (feat. Irv) Lyrics

We smoking yah yah go toke it
We smoking yah yah go toke it
We smoking yah yah go toke it yah yah go toke it ya ya go toke it uh
We smoking yah yah we token
We smoking yah yah we token
We smoking yah yah we token yah yah we token yah yah go toke it uh

Roll up up my shit, light up my spliff pass it right here so don't get pissed
The shit that's keeping me sane, gotta go roll up my strain, takin' them hits to the brain
Till I be floatin' floatin' floatin floatin' away
My shit be hotter then west Bombay, the shit that's making your mouth decay
It'll put you in a daze smoke on my jay, you must obey tables have turned, predator pray
I'm cooking my rhymes with weed in my system
How else you think Im getting this wisdom
Running your mouth, well I know my next victim
Listen up bitch it's CRI$P on the mic with a little bit a Irv on the side grinding up erb on the side
While we linking in the stu smokin' them packs smokin' the glue you don't know me? who the f*ck is you
Better take it back before I pull up with the crew

I don't play no games
I don't make false claims
You better buckle and hide from the flames
We do not f*ck with the lames, talk on my name and your shit'll get stained, uh
Rock wit us, take a puff, If I know you're all fake then I'm calling bluffs
And I'm calling shots when we smoke the pot burning that shit till it's smooth n hot
Non of these f*ckers can hang when I be rolling my thang as long as my wang
Hit that bitch, leave your body wavy
It'll make you crazy
Start seeing lady's
That are dressed in all black ready too attack oh man god damn, baby got back
FACK!
Listen up pussies
I'm coming again, I'm setting some trends, today is the day that my raps will ascend
Spitting some shit on command, please understand
This is my life call it my wife if you don't like me then you is a dyke
Keep a tight circle that's what you do
F*ck with the reals don't add know one new
You gotta be carful, you could get screwed, I'll be at the top with some smoke and a view

I breathe through ride through, hitting bowls with the crew matter fact smoking blunts
With the crew get me some papers roll em too
Cuz you know that's all we do, cops come through they look for proof
Hide all the roaches ash em too seen a lot of stains they press for loot
Seems like they pressed to waste their time, got a lot of kids just scared to shine
Maybe cuz they taught to stay in line
And taught to stay strong while mommy crying, toke of the blunt release the mind
F*ckin' on some hoes from time to time
When I'm on the mic the shit aligns, rep checks all day don't do the lines
Still rock the kicks I'm not a player, still try to sell staples ain't a laker
Don't hit my line you need some favours, like all my weed in different flavours
Like I could have cookie some grandaddy purple, smoke up that gas rotate in a circle
And if u tap out we ain't making exceptions get all these fake stoners up out of my section
All of this winning can't take no rejection, won't stop dropping hits til they deem I'm a legend
Off of some Buddha I feel like a reverend, for all of these f*ckers who need the confession
For stealing my flows when u ain't got my blessing for buying some kush without letting me test it
Yeah

We smoking yah yah go toke it
We smoking yah yah go toke it
We smoking yah yah go toke it yah yah go toke it ya ya go toke it uh
We smoking yah yah we token
We smoking yah yah we token
We smoking yah yah we token yah yah we token yah yah go toke it uh