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  • Текст песни L-Burna (Layzie Bone) - Smoke On



    [L-Burna]
    Roll up that hyrdo
    And just smoke on
    Smoke on
    I'll roll this blunt for you (Lah Lah Lah Lay)
    Lah Lah Lah Lay
    uh huh
    And just smoke on
    Smoke on
    I'll roll this blunt for you

    [L-Burna]
    Nigga, this my life
    And I'm livin' the high life
    And I love to smoke
    And it really don't be right
    If my weed ain't tight
    Like a nigga might as well be broke
    But quote me a price
    And drop my sack
    Quickly
    You wanna smoke with me
    Drop me a ???
    With a philly
    It really don't matter to me
    'Cause I'm green leafin'
    Big chiefin'
    I'm making my thang
    To blaze
    Who the lover to this game
    And man I'm not ever gonna change my ways
    And in the morning when I rise I'm gettin' high
    Even off in the evening
    When I'm rollin'
    I'm smokin' ligh (smoking ligh)
    Trying to free my mind
    If you want to parly
    Just jump your ass in the trunk
    Pull out the blunt
    Then light it on up
    Lay it on back
    And and get fucked up
    As soon as you hit it
    You hear your heart beat thumping
    Stick be numming
    Mint keep humming
    Music bumping
    Try to fall off into something
    Whatever it be
    Just let it be known
    This weed be the dro
    'Cause nigga it be slow for the po
    I know
    That's why niggas stay on the go
    Smoking the leanest (the leanest)
    Smoking the greenest
    If you wanna get blowed
    You can hit me
    Little Lay be through a little later
    On the sticky
    The sticky

    When you wanna get blowed
    They all know
    You can call on L-A-Y
    For the hyrdo
    Lah Lah Lah Lay
    Lah Lah Lah Lay (for the doe)
    Yah Yah
    (Lah Lah Lah Lay) When you wanna get blowed
    You all know
    You can call on L-A-Y
    For the hyrdo
    Lah Lah Lah Lay
    Lah Lah Lah Lay (for the doe)
    Lil' Lay Lay (that is)

    Nigga hit the studio
    And drop a song
    And then I get gone
    In the wind
    See my nigga, Ken,
    Then dipped the Benz
    And copped two old folks for the Ben
    Then decided to meet downtown
    By ten
    Shoot a little pool and sip some gin
    Gave it a little set bet
    And then made a little bet about who would win
    Continue smashing
    A nigga been on the road and need (I need some) some action
    I'm headed back to the hood
    'Cause nigga the hood is really what's happening
    Been in a lot of hoods
    In a lot of cities
    But this one here is mine
    I remeness
    And make a wish
    As I pass that "99 street" sign
    Hit up the liquor store
    'Cause I'm fixing to blow big
    With the niggas on the block
    Nigga going to smoke
    Smoke a lot
    Let them feel this dro
    That Lay just got
    Nigga hit the block
    About Four
    And didn't leave until nine
    Watching my niggas out on the grind
    I didn't notice the time
    Find myself flying down to the crib
    Trying to meet Ken in a hurry
    Doing about fifty in ???
    Running lights with no worries
    I made it there safe and on time
    When I pulled to the spot
    And I see Ken chillin'
    Smoking in the parking lot
    (Let me hit it)

    Roll up that hyrdo
    And just smoke on
    Smoke on
    I'll roll this blunt for you (Lah Lah Lah Lay)
    Lah Lah Lah Lay
    uh huh
    And just smoke on
    Smoke on (Lah Lah Lah Lay)
    I'll roll this blunt for you (Lah Lah Lah Lay)

    Nigga left the pool hall
    Sloppy and didn't even fuck with nobody
    And all this kicking then got me paranoid
    Hoping the po po don't stop me
    Doing the limit with L
    So high that I'm nervous as hell
    Fuck waking up sober in jail
    Hit fifty fit for some shell
    And I drop the top so the wind
    Can blow on through my braids
    All in my face
    Get on my way
    And right about then I get a page
    Who could it be
    Its Hey lil' Nappy
    And had a head full of some sin
    Told me to come on over there
    Quick
    'Cause I got the booze and no more weed
    Tell him its on
    Hung up the phone
    Fixing to start this whole new section
    Less then fifteen to twenty minutes
    I drove
    And lil' Lay then bless them
    That's how it is
    When they roll with the number one
    That's how it be
    Nothing but icky-sticky leaves
    Trees that will put you on your knees
    Hit it
    Then hold it 'til it make you cough and gag
    Guaranteed to run and and brag
    To your niggas about lil' Layzie bag
    I keep the killing
    Nigga can smoke and p.o.
    If you can catch up with me
    Or you can hit me
    And I be through with the sticky
    The sticky