Scrilla Vic
Scrilla Vic - Smooth Get Worked songtekst
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C’mon y’all, let’s smooth get worked. C’mon y’all, get worked Smokin’, drankin’, purp Who cares which comes 1st Let’s all smooth get worked Just like a flame I gets fly in this joint You don’t know the half, girl. My stash can last. First you lick it up, fire it up, suck it up, Come and light my fire and let’s burn it up I won’t beat around the bush, let’s blow trees in the breeze And feel the effect of my Buddha dialect Princess Lea type, thinkin’ I’mma slay her Thicker than a snicker and the pools of Labrea With marijuana or a little ganja I want her to smoke what’s gonna last longer If she’s got charcoal on her grill to start a barbecue I don’t matter, Mary Jane will put me in the mood. Other dudes think I’m lame cuz we’re down But if they front, I’ll crack their grill like a fat philly blunt So if you blast off and the vibe is sky high I’m rollin’ like a tumbleweed with you up in my ride. C’mon y’all, get worked Smokin’, drankin’, purp Who cares which comes 1st Let’s all smooth get worked C’mon y’all, get worked Smokin’, drankin’, purp Who cares which comes 1st Let’s all smooth get worked There’s liquid gold cold sittin’ on the wall I take one down, and pass it around for all y’all No tearin’ any labels to find I’ll get mine I’m inclined to recline when the moonshines Once faded from a strange brew – spinnin’ like a whirlwind But I wasn’t earlin’ and then came girlfriend A freaka – nothin’ could be sweeta Took me to her crib and showed me some upside down Margarita The buzz was right from some Cognac We got blitzed, smashed, & went wild out Knocked the house off the hinges - popped the tiles out Whenever V is at the spot, Margarita wants proof I have the juice to have her spinnin’ and rattle her fillin’s So I downed her real smooth ‘til she soundly slept Cuz jimmy had more than a ripplin’ effect Let’s go! C’mon y’all, get worked Smokin’, drankin’, purp Who cares which comes 1st Let’s all smooth get worked C’mon y’all, get worked Smokin’, drankin’, purp Who cares which comes 1st Let’s all smooth get worked You and your friend can get with this song Hit that bong and do it all night long Chronic bass, sticky icky taste, Slow dro vocals, patron with a chase Goose that’s grey, Alizeh Grand marnier, gin from Bombay, Couvoisier, Hennessey… Man I’m tore up! Now this is fo’ any foe that tries to slow my roll Here’s a toast. You’ll get got. Straight to the head like a double shot That’ll hit the spot, like a bottle of bubbly Cristal & Moe and I’m livin’ lovely Now walk a straight line out by the docks Don’t know the ledge then your on the rocks I’ll throw one back cuz in a match I’ll pound you. Drink to your health after I down you. Burnouts are thrown in a rock quarry If they can’t hold your own then they betta worry Cuz if you don’t hurry and change what I’m tastin’ I’m comin’ wit some grass roots mobilization Dopes can’t cope with what I say so They lay low like rollin’ with a sack of yayo So, when I spark this I’ll puff and pass Always showin’ love to my buds & fam.