Smokin'

[Intro] Bis-Mi-Allah A-Rahman A-Rahim (To the Gods) To the Gods, to the Earths Pass that shit, homie [Chorus] Now tell me, what y'all smokin'? What kinda heat y'all holdin'? Well, is your creep move potent? I got a bunch of bullets in the bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggas, come on We bi-coastin', keepin' our pockets bulgin' We got the plan in motion I got a bunch of bullets in the bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggas, come on (Uh-huh) [Verse 1] Zoom, from outer space he comes Blunt in his mouth with his hand on his gun Bitches flappin' they gums, do he be clappin' and shootin' guys? Actor or a movie star, rapper revolutionized? What is his race, nation, or creed? Is he Arabic, Black, Latin, Asian? They read Magazines say I walked on water, talked to the heavens Spit at judges, stepped on peasants But in reality, I just entered your galaxy September '73, up in these wild streets Fuckin' these wild freaks, a harem of hoes (Goddamn) And my mystique got 'em tearin' my clothes [Chorus] Now tell me, what y'all smokin'? What kinda heat y'all holdin'? Well, is your creep move potent? I got a bunch of bullets in the bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggas, come on We bi-coastin', keepin' our pockets bulgin' We got the plan in motion I got a bunch of bullets in the bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggas, come on [Verse 2] My nigga smoke with one lung If he cough he might die, passin' me trees The liquor bottle's almost empty We about to collide with the enemy Only way you die if it's meant to be You fuckin' with a general No discussion is the principle, we bust and it's the end of you Now we knockin' on your mama door Like we came to fix the sink, my kind of war Death angels coming for you Spirit horse runnin' from your body like Young Guns 1 and 2 Paramedics fightin' for you, who's gon' win? The hands of time, or the hands of medicine? Don't cry, witness your fate, this is your wake Walk by your casket, spit in your face Enter the fog, dawg, the light is your guide And when you're gone all your niggas gon' light it with Nas [Chorus] Now tell me, what y'all smokin'? What kinda heat y'all holdin'? Well, is your creep move potent? I got a bunch of bullets in the bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggas, come on We bi-coastin', keepin' our pockets bulgin' We got the plan in motion I got a bunch of bullets in the bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggas, come on [Verse 3] Pardon but I gotta question of life now Look at the nigga next to you right now Is he real, fake or scared? Do it like this, niggas, right hands in the air Ball it to a fist and put it over your heart Now let's say it all together, let the ceremony start "I shall stay real, stay true, stay holdin' figures Never put a bitch over my niggas I shall never cooperate with the law Never snake me, I'll always hold you down in war If they take one of mine, I take one of theirs I never break the oath to the death, I swear" I swear that's how we pledge allegiance to the alliance Of underworlds, killers and thugs, though the science Of a nigga still yet to be found So light up some green (Uh-huh) And pass it around, just pass it around [Chorus] Now tell me, what y'all smokin'? What kinda heat y'all holdin'? Well, is your creep move potent? I got a bunch of bullets in the bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggas, come on We bi-coastin', keepin' our pockets bulgin' We got the plan in motion I got a bunch of bullets in the bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggas, come on [Outro] Wanna get high, come smoke with me Smoke with me, light it up (Damn, nigga, take this weed, I'm 'bout to go over to my bitch house) Wanna get high, come smoke with me (Get my fuck on, nigga) Smoke with me, light it up (Y'all niggas stay up) Wanna get high, come smoke with me (Yeah) Smoke with me, light it up (Uh-huh, come smoke with me) Wanna get high, come smoke with me (Yeah, yeah, uh) Smoke with me, light it up (Yeah, yeah, get fucked up) (Yeah, yeah) Come here, bitch, come smoke with a nigga