Tech N9ne, Krizz Kaliko - Smoke Sumting lyrics

Tech N9ne, Killer, July 1st
Make me wanna smoke something
Ya know what I mean?
Ya, that's huge man, in his head
Don't call me back!
Do you wanna light tonight? (Strange Music)
Put your lighters up to the sky (C'mon)
Wanna hit it once or twice? (Tech N9ne, baby)
Put your lighters way up high
Strange Music, '08

Hello, the name's Tech, hello, polite fellow
From the height Mr righteous and
I'm nice and mellow
But when I introduce myself
The least you niggas can do is jeff
I swallowed my tongue so much for punks
That I ain't got no juices left
You tell them your name, they
Like, "I know you, you ain't gotta tell me"
Off in the club, full of
Patron, and hella Belve, tell me
Do you need a light? 'Cause
Your spite's not right you looking to fight
I'm ready to smoke something tonight
And I ain't talking about no pipe to smoke
This get you nice and soaked
Steamin' meanin' demon, your life's a joke
I'm an animal, he think he cocky
But he soft as Barry Manilow
Can a bro go Hannibal so Bozo
Then he pop ten shots? He flammable
You like the ganja, we like ya gone for
Please don't make Tech Neez
Squeeze like anaconda
Pleads, and owe me weeds, you'll see
Because you under
Freeze 'cause KC G's breathe
Bringin' the thunder (July 1st)

I'm the one that you love when it sing (yeah)
The evil make the angel wanna smoke something
Brraa! Brraa! Good tidings I bring
'Til you cross the line and
Make me smoke something

You bless buddha, we get gouda you envy us
Then we get 2s to shoot that fool up
Ooze, when he bust and who's that shooter
Steppin' with the Ruger? Left him twitchin'
Let this be a lesson to you losers
Ridiculous how you spit at
Misses is sick wickedness
His in this, this again, his twisted
This is specific dismiss a trick if he slip
No need for the fist 'o' brick
Proceed with a pistol-grip
Go deep into a bitch for this
He demon, he shifty
Quick to rid me like hicks in Mississippi
Gifted he to no hippie
That's iffy-iffy with me
Vividly, visit T and get sticky icky-icky
Trip with me, 'cause bitches dig me like
This is Pretty Ricky
Pissed at me? Clip is free! I'ma put
That in your life and hope it
Be a little better for the player hater
Just sit in your fright and focus
Take a millimeter to the mouth and get
Red in your sight and posted
One-hitter-quitter with a trigger, nigga put
That in your pipe, and smoke it

(Killer, July 1st, Strange Music all day)
I'm the one that you love when it sing (yeah)
The evil make the angel wanna smoke something
Brraa! Brraa! Good tidings I bring
'Til you cross the line and
Make me smoke something
I'm the one that you love when it sing (yeah)
The evil make the angel wanna smoke something
Brraa! Brraa! Good tidings I bring
'Til you cross the line and
Make me smoke something

And for your shooby dooby I got
Scooby-Dooby to give that groovy
Uzi tooly to me
Shoot the booshy bulley through the booty
Then "Hiyah!" I'm gunnin' you with the
Glock brick in the dash
Screamin' "Aaah! You son of a bitch
You shot me in the ass!"
Diablo got the hollow, never trust us kids
That'll leave you lost, laying limp
Instead of fluffed up jigs
Now the reason that I ever have to
Come home to a fucked-up crib
'Cause, I'm creepin'
But the haters see my lady and they
Never have a hushed up lid
Now the reapin' gotta come down
Rough, like wife ain't enough, just live
But they speakin' hella hated to
My ladies because they seductive
Now we beefin', why you do a nigga shady
Like selling me crushed up Thizz?
Get to chiefin', put the barrel in
Your mouth, take a hit nigga, puff-puff give

Some just smoke the Hookah
Others hit the pipe up
So when me says you smoke with me
You got to give your life up
Start to runnin' Mr gunman
Come to see you smokin' something!

I'm the one that you love when it sing (yeah)
The evil make the angel wanna smoke something
Brraa! Brraa! Good tidings I bring
'Til you cross the line and
Make me smoke something
I'm the one that you love when it sing (yeah)
The evil make the angel wanna smoke something
Brraa! Brraa! Good tidings I bring
'Til you cross the line and
Make me smoke something

Yeah, show 'em real, back up
I'm serious, no joke like that, yo
How is it that being polite get
You in a fight nowadays?
You tell them your name like, "Wassup
I'm Tech N9ne"
"Nigga, I know who your are" Nigga
I can't assume that everybody in
The world know my name
I can't be big headed like that, nigga
Just because you feel bigger, nigga
The name is Tech N9ne, suck a dick ahahaha