Tech N9ne - Smoke Sumting lyrics

[Krizz Kaliko] Tech N9ne, k**er, July 1st, this is "Smoke Something" [Tech N9ne] Make me wanna smoke something, ya know what I mean? [Krizz Kaliko] Ya, that's huge man, in his head, don't call me back! [Krizz Kaliko] 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 [Krizz Kaliko] Strange Music, '08 [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] Tell all, 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 n***as 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 Belvy, 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 co*ky, but he soft as Barry Manilow Can a bro go Hannibal's 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) [Hook: Krizz Kaliko] (2X) I'm the one that you love when it sing The evil make the angel wanna smoke something (Yeah) Brraa! Brraa! Good tidings I bring 'Til you cross the line and make me smoke something [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] You bless buddha, we get gouda You envy us, then we get 2s to shoot that fool up Ooze, when we 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 b**h 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 b**hes dig me like this is Pretty Ricky Pissed at me? Clip is free! I'mma 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, n***a put that in your pipe, and smoke it [Hook: Krizz Kaliko] (2X) [Krizz Kaliko] k**er, July 1st, Strange Music all day [Verse 3: Tech N9ne] 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 b**h you shot me in the a**!" 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 f**ed-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 n***a shady, like selling me crushed up Thizz? Get to chiefin', put the barrel in your Mouth, take a hit n***a, puff-puff give [Bridge: Krizz Kaliko] 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! [Hook: Krizz Kaliko] (2X) [Outro: Tech N9ne] How is it that being polite get you in a fight nowadays? You tell them your name like, "Wa**up, I'm Tech N9ne" "n***a, I know who your are" n***a, I can't a**ume That everybody in the world know my name I can't be big headed like that, n***a Just because you feel bigger, n***a