K.M.D. - Smokin' That sh** (instrumental) lyrics

(feat. Earth Quake, Kurious, Lord Sear) "Why do you keep smoking that sh**? Why will you keep smoking that sh**? Why??? Why??? Why do you keep smoking that sh**?" Aight, check it out yo, check it out yo I'ma flip yo, check it out - bust it [Zev Love X] I connect to spots like connect-the-dots From the lower Eastside, to way up top I got a map to express on the 6, I found you Where they got the raw dog smoke at Soundview Now, two licks damnit, do you understand? Nuff respect to the dread man or I'ma dead man I ain't no fake man for the red hand It's just my warmth and with instructions from Redman Whomever I step to, remove the Phillie {?} Cause I used to know this b**h and it k**ed her (that b**h is dead) I'm smokin that sh**, cause I got a thousand jokes Like puttin your moms in the yoke cause she broke some choke b**h, you're blowin up the spot, be out Yo either get some dough, or get the f** down South With your b**h-a** son, and tell him throw up his dukes So I can spend his lunch loot at noop noop [Kurious] Check it I do the hip, hop, the hibby, the hibby dibby Kurious the too-fly magician, never givin These n***as a piece of my pie, cause yo my sh** is fat Just like my pockets your girl's titties is flat So when the b**h slid in correct with the funk from the big bra I kindly reply, with a smile, aiyyo chill hooooot damn Uh uh uh, I'm so sorry Umm, eat your tits, cause them sh**s is from Somalia Check it out, on the one to the two It's some sh** from the zoo, it's the C.M. crew Now from the co*ks with the blocks on the street or the goat With the 40, the Glocks, the Phillie and the smoke Just like George Bush is the type to drop bombs George Kemprias will smoke scarm wit'cha moms Throw a 50 yard pa**, with a afro pick To Steve, Earthquake, stop smokin that sh** [Earthquake] I keep my gun out my holster, I'm wanted on the poster Cause I shot the sheriff who knocked the cherry off my shoulder He tried to get cute, so Earthquake, had to erase him And place him, in America's Top Ten, like Casey Kasem I tracked him, an actor, with no sense of humor If you heard I fell off n***a, it's only just a rumor So step the f** back, 'fore you get your sh** cracked I had to think up a plan, so now I'm fat like that 280 pounds of pure funk, and no junk I snatch a ho b**h up, just like Dave, did The Chipmunks Kid I'm rough tough, strong enough to call your bluff Handcuff your wife up, while your b**h, give me a buff I do run run run, I do run the MC's The king of rap, you don't believe me? Believe these! Def rhymes on wax, don't call me, send a fax I slam hard like Anthrax, so turn it up to the max STOP! You're pinchin my nerves, with rap slurs I do my best herb, now it's time to get served So s** my dick, I don't smoke that sh** I don't want this sh**, so you flip the script [Chorus] You know I'm on that sh** - STOP SMOKIN THAT sh*t You know I'm on that sh** - STOP SMOKIN THAT sh*t I'm always always on that sh** - STOP SMOKIN THAT sh*t Yeah I'm on that sh** - STOP SMOKIN THAT sh*t [Verse Four] Stop smokin that sh**, 'fore you get k**ed You know the flavor my man, so just chill Now hold your head up and hold your head high Stop smokin the dust, you just might die Relax your mainframe, the bolder gets paid And you won't have no motherf**in {?} As you know, I'm on the microphone to make you all know That sh** that you smoke will make you mad broke I don't give a f** about you and your crew I'm not too love sick, drink that brew I'm a nasty Jew I don't solve mysteries, never wearin Lees I got the motherf**in S.I. to be, where it seed So pack up, my man I went out of breath I got asthma on the side, take it on to the left So stop smokin that sh** my man And I'm out, see ya later, so kick the can [Subroc] I drink Colt 45 and talk in mad jive You know I stay alive, my n***as stay alive Easy on the smoke, I don't really feel like tokin I gotta save some breath for this b**h I be strokin Everyday I make a n***a get right Jealous-a**, p**y-a** n***a can't fight I'm in my new disguise, feedin pigeons Ducks, any bird, and bond's my word (word is bond) I make gadgets, illy, ill toys that k** Sleep on me, you'll get a sleepin pill Pin that n***a, down right on the mat (bang!) If you ain't my n***a, don't reach for no gat Slap, right to the head I'm blitzed to whip that a**, {?} style, dead Y'knahmsayin? [Outro] SMOKIN THAT sh*t Yeah, c'mon - SMOKIN THAT sh*t You see a n***a you know - SMOKIN THAT sh*t My man you're cold - SMOKIN THAT sh*t Kurious Jorge I know you're not - SMOKIN THAT sh*t Zev Love what you doin? SMOKIN THAT sh*t Stop SMOKIN THAT sh*t, stop SMOKIN THAT sh*t Hahaha, smokin that motherf**in sh**! Word up, yeah yeah, smokin that sh** Smokin that motherf**in sh**, you're motherf**in right Put the f**in pipe down!!