(feat. Earth Quake, Kurious, Lord Sear)



"Why do you keep smoking that shit?  Why will you keep smoking that shit?

Why??? Why??? Why do you keep smoking that shit?"



Aight, check it out yo, check it out yo

I'ma flip yo, check it out - bust it



[Zev Love X]

I connect to spots like connect-the-dots

From the lower Eastside, to way up top

I got a map to express on the 6, I found you

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 {?}

Cause I used to know this bitch and it killed her (that bitch is dead)

I'm smokin that shit, cause I got a thousand jokes

Like puttin your moms in the yoke cause she broke some choke

Bitch, you're blowin up the spot, be out

Yo either get some dough, or get the fuck down South

with your bitch-ass son, and tell him throw up his dukes

So I can spend his lunch loot at noop noop



[Kurious]

Check it

I do the hip, hop, the hibby, the hibby dibby

Kurious the too-fly magician, never givin

these niggaz a piece of my pie, cause yo my shit is fat

Just like my pockets your girl's titties is flat

So when the bitch slid in correct with the funk from the big bra

I kindly reply, with a smile, aiyyo chill hooooot 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 shit from the zoo, it's the C.M. crew

Now from the cocks with the blocks on the street or the goat

With the 40, 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 50 yard pass, with a afro pick

to Steve, Earthquake, stop smokin that shit



[Earthquake]

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 nigga, it's only just a rumor

So step the fuck back, 'fore you get your shit cracked

I had to think up a plan, so now I'm fat like that

280 pounds of pure funk, and no junk

I snatch a ho bitch up, just like Dave, did The Chipmunks

Kid I'm rough tough, strong enough to call your bluff

Handcuff your wife up, while your bitch, 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 shit

I don't want this shit, so you flip the script



[Chorus]

You know I'm on that shit - STOP SMOKIN THAT SHIT

You know I'm on that shit - STOP SMOKIN THAT SHIT

I'm always always on that shit - STOP SMOKIN THAT SHIT

Yeah I'm on that shit - STOP SMOKIN THAT SHIT



[Verse Four]

Stop smokin that shit, '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 motherfuckin {?}

As you know, I'm on the microphone to make you all know

that shit that you smoke will make you mad broke

I don't give a fuck about you and your crew

I'm not too love sick, drink that brew I'm a nasty Jew

I don't solve mysteries, never wearin Lees

I got the motherfuckin 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 shit my man

And I'm out, see ya later, so kick the can



[Subroc]

I drink Colt 45 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 bitch I be strokin

Everyday I make a nigga get right

Jealous-ass, pussy-ass nigga 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 nigga, down right on the mat (bang!)

If you ain't my nigga, don't reach for no gat

Slap, right to the head

I'm blitzed to whip that ass, {?} style, dead

Y'knahmsayin?



[Outro]

SMOKIN THAT SHIT

Yeah, c'mon - SMOKIN THAT SHIT

You see a nigga you know - SMOKIN THAT SHIT

My man you're cold - SMOKIN THAT SHIT

Kurious Jorge I know you're not - SMOKIN THAT SHIT

Zev Love what you doin?  SMOKIN THAT SHIT

Stop SMOKIN THAT SHIT, stop SMOKIN THAT SHIT

Hahaha, smokin that motherfuckin shit!

Word up, yeah yeah, smokin that shit

Smokin that motherfuckin shit, you're motherfuckin right

Put the fuckin pipe down!!