Lyrical Breakdown of Smokin' - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم (uh, uhh, to the gods)

(To the gods, uh, uh, to the earths)

Pass that shit homey

Now tell me, what y'all smoking?

What kinda heat y'all holdin'?

Well is your creep move potent

I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns, I pass 'em to my niggas c'mon

We bi-coastin', keeping our pockets bulging

We got the plan in motion

I got a bunch of bullets and a 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

Fuckin' 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 holdin'?

Well is your creep move potent

I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns, I pass 'em to my niggas c'mon

We bi-coastin', keeping our pockets bulging

We got the plan in motion

I got a bunch of bullets and a 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 busting, it's the end of you

Now, we knocking on your mama door

Like we cam to fix the sink, my kind of war

Death, angels coming for you

Spirit horse running from your body like, "Young Guns one and two"

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 holdin'?

Well is your creep move potent

I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns, I pass 'em to my niggas c'mon

We bi-coastin', keeping our pockets bulging

We got the plan in motion

I got a bunch of bullets and a 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 underworld's killers and thugs, though the science

Of a nigga still yet to be found

So light up some green, and pass it around (just pass it around)

Now tell me, what y'all smoking?

What kinda heat y'all holdin'?

Well is your creep move potent

I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns, I pass 'em to my niggas c'mon

We bi-coastin', keeping our pockets bulging

We got the plan in motion

I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns, I pass 'em to my niggas c'mon

Want to get high, come smoke with me

Smoke with me, light it up (hey nigga, take this weed, I'm 'bout to go with my bitch house)

Want to get high, (get my fuck on nigga) come smoke with me

Smoke with me, (y'all nigga stay up) light it up

Want to get high, come smoke with me

Smoke with me, light it up

Want to get high, (yea-yeah) come smoke with me (uhh)

Smoke with me, (yea-yeah) light it up (get fucked up)

Yeah, (yea-yeah) come here bitch, come smoke with big men