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Nas

Smokin'

 

Smokin'

(アルバム: Stillmatic - 2001)


Bis-Mi-Allah A-Rahman A-Rahim (To the Gods)
To the Gods, to the Earths
Pass that shit homie

Now tell me what y'all smoking
What kinda heat y'all holding
Well is your creep move potent?
I got a bunch of bullets in the bag of guns
I pass 'em to my niggas c'mon
We bi-coasting, keepin our po-ckets bulging
We got the plan in motion
I got a bunch of bullets in the bag of guns
I pass 'em to my niggas c'mon

Zoom, from outer space he comes
Blunt in his mouth with his hand on his gun
Bitches flapping they gums, do he be clapping and shooting 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
Fucking these wild freaks, a harem of hoes (God damn)
And my mystique got 'em tearing my clothes

Now tell me what y'all smoking
What kinda heat y'all holding
Well is your creep move potent?
I got a bunch of bullets in the bag of guns
I pass 'em to my niggas c'mon
We bi-coasting, keepin our po-ckets bulging
We got the plan in motion
I got a bunch of bullets in the bag of guns
I pass 'em to my niggas c'mon

My nigga smoke with one lung
If he cough he might die, passing 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 fucking with a general
No discussion is the principle we bust and it's the end of you
Now we knocking on your mama door
Like we came to fix the sink; my kind of war
Death, angels coming for you
Spirit horse running from your body like Young Guns 1 and 2
Paramedics fighting 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 dog, the light is your guide
And when you're gone all your niggas gon' light it with Nas

Now tell me what y'all smoking
What kinda heat y'all holding
Well is your creep move potent?
I got a bunch of bullets in the bag of guns
I pass 'em to my niggas c'mon
We bi-coasting, keepin our po-ckets bulging
We got the plan in motion
I got a bunch of bullets in the bag of guns
I pass 'em to my niggas c'mon

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 holding figures
Never put a bitch over my niggas
I shall never, cooperate with the law
Never snake me I 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, and pass it around, pass it around

Now tell me what y'all smoking
What kinda heat y'all holding
Well is your creep move potent?
I got a bunch of bullets in the bag of guns
I pass 'em to my niggas c'mon
We bi-coasting, keepin our po-ckets bulging
We got the plan in motion
I got a bunch of bullets in the bag of guns
I pass 'em to my niggas c'mon

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, get my fuck on, nigga! Y'all niggas stay up!

Come here, bitch, come smoke with a nigga

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