2002

* send corrections to the typist<br><br>Man, I gotta stop smoking this shit<br>Cause that shit gon straight<br><br>[Snoop]<br>I cant stop, and I wont stop, ha ha ha ha<br>Damn, yeah, staright blueberries<br><br>[Kurupt]<br>This microphones is mines, I seen you scopin<br>I`m hopin that you step so I can bust your chest open<br>This is how I am, this is my mentally<br>Don`t try to battle me, I cause fatalities<br>And this is how it is when the microphone put to torture<br>MC`s done tried to step but I caught ya<br>I`m like a sorcerer, magical with rhymes<br>I`m one of a kind, my lines too inclined for your mind<br>And that`s the way it is, you cant see me so don`t even try<br>I wonder why MC`s done tried to step in and they died<br>Now I be that MC, you cant see that<br>Lyricist that breaks MC`s backs<br>Matter of a fact that aint the way you should do it<br>This is how it is in showbiz<br>I know this MC cant even get close<br>Cause I rock shit from the west to the east coast<br><br>[Snoop]<br>Why they wanna fuck with my smoke<br>Why they wanna fuck with my smoke<br>Kurupt tell me, why they wanna fuck<br>Now I`m rollin in the fast lane tryin to find the right lane<br>I`m spittin game like big pimpin is my name<br>I need a flame, so I can get this shit lit<br>Its snoop dogg, I`m bout to drop me a hit<br>I got my nigga named kingpin to the right<br>And we plan on smoking all night<br>and when we through my nigga named priest gon increase the peace<br>Blaze up another sack, get your kakies creased<br>Cause its on and poppin, aint no stopping<br>Snoop is on the mic I`m lyrically hoppin<br>Poppin just like a motherfuckin strap<br>Don`t talk shit cause your best to watch your back<br>Because umm, why you sleepin we creepin<br>And um, we got a fat sack of blueberries, its scary<br>My brother jerry told me one day<br>He said snoop when you reach the top will you please blaze a J<br>For me and my homie J d-o-g, who`s in the penitentiary but see<br>Its still cool to me cause Ima swing it on bring it on<br>Got another fat sack so blaze up the ozone<br>It on like that we aint no joke<br>So motherfuckin back off or jack off for my smoke, smoke, smoke<br><br>[Chorus: repeat 2X]<br>Why they wanna fuck with my smoke<br>Somebody tell me Why they wanna fuck with my smoke<br>They say no to dope, and ugh to drugs<br>But motherfuck that I`m a motherfuckin thug nigga<br><br>[Tha Relativez]<br>Spots stay open, under water hydro<br>orange fire and chronic out the side door<br>Dogg soprano, sugar buddha the pimp<br>Been had hoe`s, been havin chips<br>Spit out gangsta shit like haa chooo<br>In a ride, ahh with teezy with red haa shoes<br>Tha relatives, how gangsta is that<br>Half my life blowin do do wit a strap in my lap<br>Just goin out the ills and its hurtin niggaz<br>Kickin niggaz door down and searchin niggaz<br>In the fence for a week and its perkin niggaz<br>You niggaz aint some gangstaz you some working niggaz<br>Aint no mo silent niggaz<br>My prediction, 2004 theres gon be hoes and snitchin niggaz<br>Or peepin niggaz out the barrel of a 40<br>Hood on hood crime, homies killing homies<br><br>?? to harlem, chips flippin we ballin<br>aint nuttin better than being young gangsta and ballin<br>blowed outta mind, probably be the high some more<br>master money marna for the law<br>I`m from the salty 619, home of the corca<br>Mystica holders with pistolas and purple morta<br>Americas finest find me north of tha border<br>Please, no seeds, break bread cost an awful lot<br>Chay flag on a borca, slide in croca`s<br>Splitters or the swishers, twisters, hundred sport cars<br>This for big tony, homey in the yinta<br>Inglewood to tango, relativez the bleeka<br><br>[Chorus: repeat 3X]<br>Why they wanna fuck with my smoke<br>Somebody tell me Why they wanna fuck with my smoke<br>They say no to dope, and ugh to drugs<br>But motherfuck that I`m a motherfuckin thug nigga