Smoke DZA - Smokey Klause lyrics
[Smoke DZA - Smokey Klause lyrics]
Riiiiight sweet Baby Kushed God
Gather round children
It's the night before Christmas
Fuck them reindeer
I come in that Continental V
Smokey Klause coming with that marijuana tree
Only bad yellow bitches get the
Candy cane from me
Jump up on my lap, baby tell me what you need
The night before Christmas I was
All up in the house
Santa working overtime while I'm
Digging down the spouse
Not a creature staring so we
Did it on the couch thinking in my head like
"This what it's about"
The children was nestled
Snuggled up in their bed
Probably having X-Box visions up
In their head her mama in her underwear and
I'm in my skully she making wild noise
I know it's bound to get ugly
Lil' nigga woke up cause he
Heard all the chatter
His mama was screaming
He trying to see what's the matter
Then to the closet, I flew in a flash
He opened the door, and he saw my stash
His mama had her titties out
Trying to be low
Started asking her questions
Told him that he had to go
Then through his wondering eyes
It would appear
Saw it was a rugby hanging off from the chair
The little fucker was quick, certainly clever
Started smiling and shit
Like "It gotta be DZA"
Smelled the polo cologne, then he got brave
Knew all of my songs
Started to call em by name
#KushedGod, 4 Loko, Sour Hour, ya kidding?
Personal Party, Continental Kush
He Has Risen he spoke about that mirror that
Was on the wall
In Ralph's shit, said he was fresher than all
Then threw a twinkle up
For I he would appear
Polo undershirt, Foamposites that's rare
Spoke not a word, not even a curse
Walked to the chair and he
Picked up his shirt sprang to the street
Gave his a driver a whistle
Flew down the ave
I swear it looked like a missile
But, I heard him scream
Before he got out of sight
My fault lil nigga, Merry Christmas
Riiiiight
Gather round children
It's the night before Christmas
Fuck them reindeer
I come in that Continental V
Smokey Klause coming with that marijuana tree
Only bad yellow bitches get the
Candy cane from me
Jump up on my lap, baby tell me what you need
The night before Christmas I was
All up in the house
Santa working overtime while I'm
Digging down the spouse
Not a creature staring so we
Did it on the couch thinking in my head like
"This what it's about"
The children was nestled
Snuggled up in their bed
Probably having X-Box visions up
In their head her mama in her underwear and
I'm in my skully she making wild noise
I know it's bound to get ugly
Lil' nigga woke up cause he
Heard all the chatter
His mama was screaming
He trying to see what's the matter
Then to the closet, I flew in a flash
He opened the door, and he saw my stash
His mama had her titties out
Trying to be low
Started asking her questions
Told him that he had to go
Then through his wondering eyes
It would appear
Saw it was a rugby hanging off from the chair
The little fucker was quick, certainly clever
Started smiling and shit
Like "It gotta be DZA"
Smelled the polo cologne, then he got brave
Knew all of my songs
Started to call em by name
#KushedGod, 4 Loko, Sour Hour, ya kidding?
Personal Party, Continental Kush
He Has Risen he spoke about that mirror that
Was on the wall
In Ralph's shit, said he was fresher than all
Then threw a twinkle up
For I he would appear
Polo undershirt, Foamposites that's rare
Spoke not a word, not even a curse
Walked to the chair and he
Picked up his shirt sprang to the street
Gave his a driver a whistle
Flew down the ave
I swear it looked like a missile
But, I heard him scream
Before he got out of sight
My fault lil nigga, Merry Christmas
Riiiiight