Mr. Magic, Boosie Badazz, Young Bleed - I Smoke, I Drink lyrics
[Mr. Magic, Boosie Badazz, Young Bleed - I Smoke, I Drink lyrics]
B-Doctor! Let's welcome em to the Vault baby
Do it big nigga! Do it big nigga!
Do it big nigga! Stupid ass nigga
I smoke (Yea) , I drank (Yea)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't (Uh, huh)
I'ma dog (Yea) , I love hoes (Yea)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then
I do it big nigga
So many ways to get paid
Better, keep, fake, id
Sure yall don't try me
It's murder, I'm a server
Lyric life sentence
Relentless, a menace to society
Full of robberies so it i hop in the bubble
Wrap the Beretta wit a rag
That Glock in the Cutlass
Nigga I'm always hustlin
And yea, round the Cadillacs
The alibam's a must (Uh, huh, yea yea)
Crimey and grimey weed smuckers
(Uh, huh, yea yea) money and weed
You know my mind see on the Don Don P
With Mr magic and Traffic
Blowin some bomb weed (Uh, huh, yea yea)
In your mind
I call my pistol cause it stay by me
(Uh, huh)
That's like my brother, lucky mothers
We ain't nothin to see (Uh, huh)
Or like my nigga Pete, but Uncle Pete
Or my partner Moe Pete, and Low Key
Nigga, you know me man
It ain't no thang to c it back
And make you shake thug bang
Grab the weed, rhyming the coke name nigga
What's up
I smoke (Yea) , I drank (Yea)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't (Uh, huh)
I'ma dog (Yea) , I love hoes (Yea)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then
I do it big nigga
I ain't got nuthin but d for you hoes
I won't trick, I ain't sick for you hoes
I ain't got nuthin to give to no nigga
Deal wit no nigga, chill wit no nigga
I'ma keep a stack of
That funny smelling tobacco
Pistol in my hand, nigga ready to act a
God damn fool
Ignorant muthafa bout to lose my cool
Let me smoke a goose so I can calm my nerves
Find me a duck, get some head in the Burb
I'ma fool on them hoes nigga that's my word
Show me a dime and I'm bet I'm gettin served
Everybody know me probably saw me half-ced
Drunk, high in the club bout to get it hot
Louisiana nigga, down here we getting bucked
(Bucked) and if we ain't fighting
It's probably cause we too fed up!
I smoke (Yea) , I drank (Yea)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't (Uh, huh)
I'ma dog (Yea) , I love hoes (Yea)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then
I do it big nigga
I do it big lil Boosie do it big boy
Feel this here, check this out look
I smoke, I drank, I tote that iron
(That iron)
Eyes stay red, and my guhl stay fine
I'ma problem child, I know you heard
I ain't no turtle, I'ma crocodile (Crocodile)
And I'll serve ya
See Lil Boosie from that South Side
(That South Side)
In they mouth got bout five
Got them Tees with dem Ree's wit
Dem black and white cowel (Cowel)
I want Ashanti, Beyonce and Trina
So I could hit her from the back
Like I do my black nina
I miss my nigga Soulja Slim
(Rest In Peace) , and that's for real
So in your memory I pop a pill, c the steel
If you don't like it you could
Take it to that level that go the mo light
Mo won't you come and meet the Devil
Look, I'na put two labels on
My back and start walking (Start walking)
And it ain't in six states
Now I got everybody talking look, and I thug
(I thug) , with my thugs (My thugs)
We getting paid from the block to the club
That's what's up nigga
I smoke (Yea) , I drank (Yea)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't (Uh, huh)
I'ma dog (Yea) , I love hoes (Yea)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then
I do it big nigga
Do it big nigga! Do it big nigga!
Do it big nigga! Stupid ass nigga
I smoke (Yea) , I drank (Yea)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't (Uh, huh)
I'ma dog (Yea) , I love hoes (Yea)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then
I do it big nigga
So many ways to get paid
Better, keep, fake, id
Sure yall don't try me
It's murder, I'm a server
Lyric life sentence
Relentless, a menace to society
Full of robberies so it i hop in the bubble
Wrap the Beretta wit a rag
That Glock in the Cutlass
Nigga I'm always hustlin
And yea, round the Cadillacs
The alibam's a must (Uh, huh, yea yea)
Crimey and grimey weed smuckers
(Uh, huh, yea yea) money and weed
You know my mind see on the Don Don P
With Mr magic and Traffic
Blowin some bomb weed (Uh, huh, yea yea)
In your mind
I call my pistol cause it stay by me
(Uh, huh)
That's like my brother, lucky mothers
We ain't nothin to see (Uh, huh)
Or like my nigga Pete, but Uncle Pete
Or my partner Moe Pete, and Low Key
Nigga, you know me man
It ain't no thang to c it back
And make you shake thug bang
Grab the weed, rhyming the coke name nigga
What's up
I smoke (Yea) , I drank (Yea)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't (Uh, huh)
I'ma dog (Yea) , I love hoes (Yea)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then
I do it big nigga
I ain't got nuthin but d for you hoes
I won't trick, I ain't sick for you hoes
I ain't got nuthin to give to no nigga
Deal wit no nigga, chill wit no nigga
I'ma keep a stack of
That funny smelling tobacco
Pistol in my hand, nigga ready to act a
God damn fool
Ignorant muthafa bout to lose my cool
Let me smoke a goose so I can calm my nerves
Find me a duck, get some head in the Burb
I'ma fool on them hoes nigga that's my word
Show me a dime and I'm bet I'm gettin served
Everybody know me probably saw me half-ced
Drunk, high in the club bout to get it hot
Louisiana nigga, down here we getting bucked
(Bucked) and if we ain't fighting
It's probably cause we too fed up!
I smoke (Yea) , I drank (Yea)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't (Uh, huh)
I'ma dog (Yea) , I love hoes (Yea)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then
I do it big nigga
I do it big lil Boosie do it big boy
Feel this here, check this out look
I smoke, I drank, I tote that iron
(That iron)
Eyes stay red, and my guhl stay fine
I'ma problem child, I know you heard
I ain't no turtle, I'ma crocodile (Crocodile)
And I'll serve ya
See Lil Boosie from that South Side
(That South Side)
In they mouth got bout five
Got them Tees with dem Ree's wit
Dem black and white cowel (Cowel)
I want Ashanti, Beyonce and Trina
So I could hit her from the back
Like I do my black nina
I miss my nigga Soulja Slim
(Rest In Peace) , and that's for real
So in your memory I pop a pill, c the steel
If you don't like it you could
Take it to that level that go the mo light
Mo won't you come and meet the Devil
Look, I'na put two labels on
My back and start walking (Start walking)
And it ain't in six states
Now I got everybody talking look, and I thug
(I thug) , with my thugs (My thugs)
We getting paid from the block to the club
That's what's up nigga
I smoke (Yea) , I drank (Yea)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't (Uh, huh)
I'ma dog (Yea) , I love hoes (Yea)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then
I do it big nigga