(feat. Stat Quo) 



[Smoke] 

I'm the cookie monster, from Seasame Street with big 

Yellow birds for sale you need chicks I keep bricks 

I'm the boss, They workin' I sit back and make calls 

Movin' keys I never seen like Stevie and Ray Charles 

Like bodybuilders, we move weight, from da weed to da yay 

Servin' more O'z than Omarion and B2K 

My birds don't got wings, I have to package 'em 

I wish they could fly, then I wouldn't have to traffik 'em 

That uncut base, they'll be back like Ma$e 

Take it to the kitchen, whip it, watch it come back like New edition 

Bricks... I got 'em lower than them, The nigga that sold it to you 

I sold it to the nigga that sold it to him 



[Chorus: Smoke] 

Come and see me, if you want dat hard or dat blow 

I got 'em 16, half for 8, quarters for 4 

Come and see me, if you want a block of dat D 

I never drought, I always got it homey holla at me 

Come and see me, if you wanna cop you a brick 

Just place an order, Hit me on my celly or on my hip 

Come and see me, if you wanna cop you a key 

Got what you want, got what you need, my nigga holla at me 

Come and see me.. 



[Stat Quo] 

Holla at 'em, birds bag 'em, move 'em, pass 'em, in a wagon 

Down the strip, gotta have 'em, lanes nappin while we trappin 

Wonder how the come up happen folk, rappin, hammer blastin' 

Geek, monsters, plenty action, servin, working' 

Bread stackin' folk, Heroin, Exstacy, Purple, and Coke 

Got people that own boats, In Miami ya know 

One hit and you float, My workers never come up short 

They knowin it toat 

Don't gotta market and promote 'em, never broke 

So many J's, so many ways, so many hoods for me to slang, Mane! 

Wrappin' work is operation shoe string, Mane! 

I'ma tie up and lace the market wit dat Cane 



[Chorus] 



[Smoke] 

We got shit you stick in vein, brick of Cane 

Dubs, Dimes, to Nicks of Jane 

Ask my fiends da shit you name it 

Ain't shit that you can't get, cause we got it 

Blocks like Lego, white like Mayo 

Pills in all flavors come taste the rainbow 

I camp wit a unit of G's, 50 deep 

Wit Bank rolls of Bucks in The Game dealin' Yayo 

Got boy by the balloon, gallons of that sizzurp 

Got regiment, green and purp, got 16 years of bizzurb 

Erybody know me, so do like Dorthy 

Folow the yellow brick road, to the Wizard of O-Z 



[Chorus]