Lyrics:
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Uh, ey, how so damn interesting
This is the best thing since Smif N Wessun
May 1995, Dah Shinin'
But she didn't get the reference
But that's the lesson
stay-up's, bombing lay-up's
Way after bed-time, you get dead rhymes
There'll be no resurrection, for my shit
Brovaz go Cocoa like Smif-n-Wessun, no question
beats and lyrics
We never leave you guessing
With the flow that I'm manifesting
Real heads Recognize when they hear
It like I'm Smif-N Wessun
the Smif-N-Wess', and to ya head and squeeze it
Kill all the beef, and send you to meet Jesus
Say y'all, rappers, can hate on
Waiting on my down fall, mad cause we
a gangsta, I don't need rap for nothin'
And only play games in the A or Compton
Hop by the box, Chevy murder, any man standin'
It's Boyz N Da Hood, E tell 'em
Marley spliff back'll make ya (Get up)
Big 6 on 20 inch make ya (Get up)
(Come on)
[Verse 1]
Jam session in the park
Smith-N-Wessun start
Charge
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Uhh.. UHH
Yeah..
Uhh.. uhh..
Uh! Yeah.. yeah..
Uhh..
I'm on..
Fuck em.. yeah, uhh..
With my hands gripped.. praise the Lord shit
zęby
Każde dziecko z wiekiem pozbywa się mlecznych
Nie mów mi że to muzyka dla gimnazjów
To jak byś nazwał Smiff'N'Wessun dzieckiem 2 pedałów
Moja
the Smif-N-Wess', and to ya head and squeeze it
Kill all the beef, and send you to meet Jesus
Say y'all, rappers, can hate on
Waiting on my down fall, mad cause we
while y'all get offended
This Smith n Wessun got sick intention
Round waiting for you like intervention
Find it interesting they disrespect me
Y'all
Man, if I get rocked, this shit for my kids, nigga
It's that real shit
Even though what we do is wrong
We still hustle 'til the sun come up
Crack
California love, california thug
You know what time it is bad Boy Killa
Mobb Deep Killa chino XL Killa
Much love to Smiff-N Wessun, Freddie
Foxxx, Bunchy
profession
Selling dope out the Best Western
Strapped up with my Smiff-n-Wessun
Fifty bricks just came from Texas
Driving in a UPS
T-rexing, I'm driving
you wanna do nigga (No, no, no)
Well I suggest you invest in vests and count your blessings
Keep that smith and wessun, heckler cotch, whatever you got
Dmx shit
On that Styles P Jadakiss LOX shit
Im on my Az life is a bitch do or die shit
On my Bucktown Smiff Wessun Boot Camp Click shit
On my BDI
Sorry N' Shit
Chorus
You hate my everything
Sorry N' Shit La La la
You see my better game
Sorry N' Shit Na Na NA
I'm Like whatever man
Sorry
of smith an wessuns
Starring crescents mad packed with the lessons,
Figure 5 percent got the 10 counting blessings
Programmed by programs got you bowing
Man, if I get rocked, this shit for my kids, nigga
It's that real shit
Even though what we do is wrong
We still hustle 'til the sun come up
Crack
F**k n****s playing n****s trippin
I'm tired of telling n****s this sh*t different
I'm tired of telling n****s this sh*t different
I'm tired of telling
a tail
And stop drinkin' ale, the booty probably smell
Ain't no pussy worth a sale at least not for the kid to do a bid
Shit you musta flipped you
hit the block, really got a hard lesson,
Still all the hustlin u did, don't stop the stressing
The way its twisted out here gotta keep a smif n wesson,
disguised and surprise
you got a hole between your fuckin eyes
Niggaz is grazed, catchin strays from the blaze
Amazed by the ways I lays em down when my shit
a tail
And stop drinkin' ale, the booty probably smell
Ain't no pussy worth a sale at least not for the kid to do a bid
Shit you musta flipped you
Strap my dog with the Wessun
Send 'em where you restin'
Grimiest of All! Is that still a question?
Line five rappers up
I run through the first four
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