Rappin' Ron - Smoke Season lyrics

[Hook] It's smoke season, and everybody wanna have fun So everybody grab a fat one, and get smo-o-oooked Rappin' Ron and Ant Diddley Dog Bad-N-Fluenz b**h straight got it going on, yeah For the smoke season [Verse 1: Rappin' Ron] Well it's smoke season, and I'm ‘bout to get lit Getting juiced ‘cause I'm draped in a brand-new fit Me and Diddley trying to pull every freak in town A new summer and it's already going down So I puff on the joint, and hit some brew And start thinking of some crazy old things to do Like a barbecue, ‘cause I want to have a feast And it's one on the west and another one on the east But if we go then you know we gotta go keyed So let's proceed, to go and get some more weed And then one of my folks told me he got the bomb Oh yeah, my partner Ant Banks and Father Dom They twisting up a fat jay now we ‘bout to go And a fat picnic is where we headed for Pulled up all you smell was straight barbecue And a young player like me straight starving, too So we fired up the chops and smoked ‘em up Ate some food then hollered out “Alright folks” and cut Full and lit so we can't even trip Now we headed for the west so it's back on the strip Then I pop my tape in the deck, peep out all the hood rats And they breaking they neck just so they can look back I just lounge and watch all the snitches jock I'm on way to the Westside picnic spot Stop at the store get a order some gin So we can get high and eat all over again ‘Cause for me to be sober in the summer it ain't no reason So burn another jay partner this smoke season Chorus x2 [Verse 2: Ant Diddley Dog] It's summer time and I feel the town heating Burning the pot I'm stuck broads straight freaking Another smoke season a daily bomb fest Every freak dressed for the bu*terfly contest That I'm a damn' sure have to run to As soon as Rappin' Ron, Banks and Father Dom come through No sooner said then done, here the ‘Maro come Smashing up the street, zaps __ face off CD and high-mid tweaks Them fifteens and them four eight-by-nines kick Slumping bumping gangster summertime hits Now we four deep, high I'm stuck, riding tough I wish the po-po would try his luck Thinking g's slippin' y'all trippin' When them four barrels open another slip ‘bout to kick in Burning rubber skirting past 83rd Look like a block party, let's pull over to the curb Bounce out the ride, faded, fitted Roll up a chop, blaze it and hit it Surrounded by top-notch hood rats we can rush on Get a quick f** on and get a quick touch on I see my folks everywhere so I got to give ‘em hugs Burn a couple sacks show Ant Diddley Dog got some love Now we all high peeping freaks that's so thick Sandals on, backs-out and them '94 kicks Back all out, it probably make your mother cry Dark-skinned thick little freak working the bu*terfly Baby come here let me tell you something flat out [Woman's voice:] Yes? You got a back like ta-dow We got the winter and the spring and the autumn and fall But summertime is when Bad-N-Fluenz likes to ball I love this time of year ‘cause it's just so pleasin' Now throw another fat peace sign to the smoke season Chorus