Stop Smoking That Sh*t-KMD

Stop Smoking That Sh*t - KMD "Why do you keep smoking that sh*t? Why will you keep smoking that sh*t? Why? Why? Why do you keep smoking that sh*t?" Aight, check it out yo, check it out yo I'ma flip yo, check it out, bust it I connect the spots like connect the dots From the lower Eastside, to way up top I got a map to express on the six, I found Where they got the raw, dog, smoke at Soundview Now, two licks damnit, do you understand? Nuff respect to the dread man or I'ma dead man I ain't no fake man for the red hand It's just my warmth and with instructions from Redman Whomever I step to, remove the Phillie Phoonta 'Cause I used to know this b**ch and it killed her, that b**ch is dead I'm smokin' that sh*t 'cause I got a thousand jokes Like puttin' your moms in the yoke 'cause she broke some choke B**ch, you're blowin' up the spot, be out Yo, either get some dough or get the f**k down South With your b**ch a** son and tell him throw up his dukes So I can spend his lunch loot at noop, noop Check it, I do the hip, hip, hop, the hibby, the hibby dibby Kurious the too fly magician, never givin' These niggaz a piece of my pie 'cause yo my sh*t is fat Just like my pockets, your girl's titties is flat So when the b**ch slid in correct with the funk from the big bra I kindly reply, with a smile, aiyyo, chill hot, damn Uh, uh, uh, I'm so sorry Umm, eat your tits 'cause them shits is from Somalia Check it out, on the one to the two It's some sh*t from the zoo, it's the CM crew Now from the cocks with the blocks, on the street or the goat With the forty, the glocks, the Phillie and the smoke Just like George Bush, is the type to drop bombs George Kemprias will smoke scarm wit'cha moms Throw a fifty yard pass, with a Afro pick To Steve, Earthquake, stop smokin' that sh*t I keep my gun out my holster, I'm wanted on the poster 'Cause I shot the sheriff, who knocked the cherry off my shoulder He tried to get cute, so Earthquake had to erase him And place him in America's Top Ten, like Casey Kasem I tracked him, an actor with no sense of humor If you heard, I fell off ni**a, it's only just a rumor So step the f**k back, 'fore you get your sh*t cracked I had to think up a plan, so now I'm fat like that Two hundred and eighty pounds of pure funk and no junk I snatch a ho, b**ch up, just like Dave did, The Chipmunks Kid, I'm rough tough, strong enough to call your bluff Handcuff your wife up while your b**ch, give me a buff I do run, run, run, I do run the MC's The king of rap, you don't believe me? Believe these Def rhymes on wax, don't call me, send a fax I slam hard like Anthrax, so turn it up to the max Stop, you're pinchin' my nerves with rap slurs I do my best herb, now it's time to get served So, suck my dick, I don't smoke that sh*t I don't want this sh*t, so you flip the script You know I'm on that sh*t, stop smokin' that sh*t You know I'm on that sh*t, stop smokin' that sh*t I'm always, always on that sh*t, stop smokin' that sh*t Yeah, I'm on that sh*t, stop smokin' that sh*t Stop smokin' that sh*t, 'fore you get killed You know the flavor, my man, so just chill Now hold your head up and hold your head high Stop smokin' the dust, you just might die Relax your mainframe, the bolder gets paid And you won't have no motherf**kin' gain As you know, I'm on the microphone to make you all know That sh*t that you smoke will make you mad, broke I don't give a f**k about you and your crew I'm not too lovesick, drink that brew, I'm a nasty Jew I don't solve mysteries, never wearin' Lees I got the motherf**kin' S I to be, where it seed So pack up, my man I went out of breath I got asthma on the side, take it on to the left So stop smokin' that sh*t my man And I'm out, see ya later, so kick the can I drink Colt forty-five and talk in mad jive You know I stay alive, my niggaz stay alive Easy on the smoke, I don't really feel like tokin' I gotta save some breath for this b**ch I be strokin' Everyday, I make a ni**a get right Jealous a**, p**sy a** ni**a, can't fight I'm in my new disguise, feedin' pigeons Ducks, any bird and bond's my word, word is bond I make gadgets, illy, ill toys that kill Sleep on me, you'll get a sleepin' pill Pin that ni**a, down right on the mat If you ain't my ni**a, don't reach for no gat Slap, right to the head I'm blitzed to whip that a**, Moabo style, dead You know what I'm sayin'? Smokin' that sh*t Yeah, c'mon, smokin' that sh*t You see a ni**a, you know, smokin' that sh*t Real quick, my man, you're cold, smokin' that sh*t Kurious Jorge, I know you're not, smokin' that sh*t Zev Love, what you doin'? Smokin' that sh*t Stop smokin' that sh*t, stop smokin' that sh*t Hahaha, smokin' that motherf**kin' sh*t Word up, yeah, yeah, smokin' that sh*t Smokin' that motherf**kin' sh*t, you're motherf**kin' right Put the f**kin' pipe down