's dedicated to you, nigga. [Chorus: DJ Paul]x1 They wanna dress like Wanna sound like Wanna be like Ride like Get high like Make cheese like The motherfuckin
dry and sound And it's been quite an evening as you put another down sitting solo in the corner like a stranger in this town And you smoke like a girl
like this: Smoke em like a blunt Ya see me smokin em like a blunt Smoke em like a blunt Ya see givin them what dem want Smoke em like a blunt Ya see me
Smoke was pulled like ribbons from the windows of the car. i followed the flash of silver from your teeth. above the tarmac the lights were icy green
open wide enough, To recognise the faults And then to smile? And though we tear each other's hearts and minds, We show no sense, We can still have our innocence, Like
I gotta family that I gotta hold down! [Bridge: B-Real] So I'm gonna rise like - smoke! So I'm gonna rise like - smoke! So I'm gonna rise like - smoke
Respect me and clean my slate Save face and watch what you say You the thing like I watched you play Covered it up like smoke Now that I’m back, you can
ones i'm dividin' the profits with now i'm in the building like two planes bitch kickin' it with my shirt off, on some liu kang shit sleep with the sun up like
s like a dad, just like a dad And all those flames that burned before him Now he's gonna firefight, got cool the bad You know that I love you, boy Hot like
's like a dad, just like a dad Draw those flames that burn before him Now he's gonna find a fight, gonna fool the bad You know that I love you boy Hot like
-ale-jandro (2) Just stop Please, Just let me go Alejandro, Just let me go She's not broken She's just a baby But her boyfriend's like a dad, just like
and yellow I put it down from the whip To my diamonds I'm in Black and yellow, black and yellow Black and yellow, black and yellow Stay high like how
Yeah, I'm chilling on a dirt road Laid back swerving like I'm George Jones Smoke rolling out the window An ice cold beer sitting in the console Memory
rhyme Let's be clear and lets be fair The best things in music's being offered here It's a round table full of bosses here Still giving you it all like
up like a hand grenade Can't keep your foot on the brake You're grinning because you got it made Such a colossal fake When everyone's a smoking gun
like we're the girl James Bond Now we got the hair done, got the pink and whites, And we're off, gonna see what what the fellas are like Got the top
Harrison, how do you praise? That guy was dead in thirty days John Tyler, he liked country folk And after him came President Polk Zachary Taylor liked to smoke
I am done, smoking gun We've lost it all, the love is gone She has won, now it's no fun We've lost it all, the love is gone And we had magic, and this