Description: I Feel Like Smokin, Hip Hop Music, Alternative Rap & Hip Hop, world music, royalty-free song and background music
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Lyrics:
I FEEL LIKE SMOKIN
(T. Hill)
I feel like smokin,
Come and smoke with me,
I’ve got that fire,
Floatin high above the trees,
And we gonna smoke it, sip it, all night long,
And we gonna smoke it, and sip it, to my favorite song,
I smoke that sticky good,
Ya that Cali green,
Then I hits the booth,
That’s that Naw Mean,
Now you know how a lean blunted off that fire green,
Eyes low and red I ain’t messin with no Vision,
That shit like 5 beans,
Gotta keep my money stackin
Dippin through the city blowin jetties of that purple passion
That Orange Kush that NY Dez
No I blow trees like the wind, you can call me breeze
Playa please I be always on that crip,
If your weed be lookin brown,
We call that that counterfeit,
That’s that I ain’t trying to hit,
Ya’ll can go head get it man,
See this here sour dez,
Imma take it to the brain,
And I’m gone, on another zone,
And I’m turning off my phone,
I’ll be home tomorrow morn,
I’m wrong,
I turned back on my phone,
And I’m dialing up your shawty, just to tell her to come on cuz,
Chorus:
I crank that Capaltion,
I bump that peter tosh,
A little Marley, mix Damion, Marlin, or Bob
Posted with the Mobb,
I’m on the party tip,
I be comin off the top,
That’s my Jeff Hardy shit,
I keep the party lit,
Smokin on the fire splif,
This a little idaca, mix it with the Gods Gift
And I’m floatin, puffin on that potent,
Peepin out shawty got her legs wide open,
Provokin,
a late night stroking,
Girl let me finish smokin, before I leave that ass soakin,
Now don’t be faken, or start actin funny,
Cuz I don’t even mess with them smoke and roll honeys,
Blowin on your sack,
Then they tell ya holla back,
It was on now they gone, now you know that that’s wack,
Like cats that be down to smoke up your whole bag,
And they ain’t even put a damn dollar on the sack,
Chorus:
I smoke good,
Stay clean, and ride dirty,
Keep that Lakers Purp,
Like Kareem and James Worthy,
Sippin on Corona, anytime I get thirsty,
Inside of my blunt KG away jersey,
We smokin, and sippin, and party so hard,
Tell you pass my dutchy quick, if you start to boguard,
Messin up the cipher, pass it to the left,
So I can smoke that budda till I start to feel blessed,
Or is it just the cess, sharp pain to the chest,
Gotta learn to crawl fore you walk I suggest,
Got from the jects, cuz they get it for the low,
Put my blunt up in the air,
Shawty get it on the floor,
Rollin down the street,
smokin on the indo,
I get high, high, high, just to let they ass know,
Do my shoulder lean, while I smoke my Young Dru,
You can call them people for me cuz all I smell is smoke (I’m on fire)
© Copyright 2010, Tyrone Hill
T J C Communications Publishing (BMI)
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