Body Head Bangerz - I Smoke, I Drank lyrics

(Mr. Magic Intro) B-Doctor! Let's welcome em to the Vault baby Do it big n***a! Do it big n***a! Do it big n***a! Stupid a** n***a (Chorus: Magic Repeat 2x) 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 n***a (3x) (Verse 1: Young Bleed) So many ways to get paid Better, keep, fake, i.d 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 Cutla** n***a 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 n***a Pete, but Uncle Pete Or my partner Moe Pete, and Low Key n***a, you know me man It ain't no thang to co*k it back and make you shake thug bang Grab the weed, rhyming the coke name n***a, what's up (Chorus Repeat 2x) 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 n***a (3x) (Verse 2: Mr. Magic) I ain't got nuthin but dick for you hoes I won't trick, I ain't sick for you hoes I ain't got nuthin to give to no n***a Deal wit no n***a, chill wit no n***a I'ma keep a stack of that funny smelling tobacco Pistol in my hand, n***a ready to act a God damn fool, ignorant muthaf**a 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 n***a That's my word, show me a dime and I'm bet I'm gettin served Everybody know me probably saw me half-co*ked Drunk, high in the club bout to get it hot Louisiana n***a, down here we getting bucked (Bucked!) And if we ain't fighting, it's probably cause we too f**ed up! (Chorus Repeat 2x) 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 n***a (3x) (Boosie Talking) I do it big Lil Boosie do it big boy Feel this here, check this out Look (Verse 3: Lil Boosie) 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 n***a Soulja Slim (Rest In Peace), and that's for real So in your memory I pop a pill, co*k 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 n***a (Chorus Repeat 2x) 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 n***a (3x)