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  • Текст песни Mobb Deep - Smoke It

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    [Havoc]
    Go get your rachet my homie, we not havin that
    get 'em in the club when that shit jam packed
    keep thinkin its a game get your man tooks
    I'm never under pressure, never seen hands shook
    blood money album drop, hell broke loose
    all the drama ain't no tellin who I'm gonna shoot
    check my motherfuckin resume, catch Hav where
    the motherfuckin chedder be, slide through with your own risk
    chain gat on the train with your low bitch
    tears drop cause death is a tear jerker
    whether shot or strapped up to a steel gurder
    its foul how they took out tookie
    all this foul shit I did they should have took me, smokie
    smoke it mmmmm thats a slow toke
    liquer for the homies, gonna small toast

    [Hook - repeat 2X]
    I'm holdin, cock back nigga move slow
    the moment, sqeeze the trigga of the fo fo
    you notice, niggaz snitchin for the po po
    I'm frozen, neck, wrist, fingers no joke

    [Prodigy]
    I smoke that nigga like a purple stick
    smoke a bitch pussy till she walk with a limp
    elemental P, heavy metal things when my 2007 guns is
    plastic for you crackheads, the new crack is Mobb Deep
    put the pipe down pick up the CD, in a hood near you
    we got all the things, they sell they couch, and they TV
    just so they can get a few tokes of the dope
    new shit from Hav and shit P wrote, yo they passin new laws
    so they can bann us, cause our shit is so strong niggaz jaws be stuck
    twisted, twisted and they throwin up, they nausious
    because it the porshes we clutch, its a love hate thing
    we got wut these fiends dunn, they hate when we gone
    and love when we re-up

    [Hook]

    Smoke it, smoke it, smoke, smoke it (*repeat to fade out*)

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