Smoke (Clean Version)

Peep the reprucussions
Causing deep discussions
Brothers that fight might only speak to cousins
Rugged life but ****** in my fleet is stubborn
Grandmas they turn to stellas when they need some loving
My name holds weight, bigger than a saint bernard
Some think because its rap that it aint a job
Think again, i try to sepearate my dos from donts
****** be slittin they wrist, losing they hoes
Some dudes be confused when they broke
Misrabale, looking death in the eye dont blink quick to smile
My hoodrats be women now,　?? lot
Yalla always be my *****es lonely or not
How much ass can i pass up?　tilt your glass up
This ones for the kids in arkansas that shot they class up
When i smoke i like my hash crushed beleive it or not
Q-b forever ****** keeping it locked
Smoking cheeba
Some supply it somell grow it
Reefer
Somell buy it somell roll it
The chronic
If you tryd it then you know it
The toxic
Im getting high when i roll it
You know i wanna hit the chocolate
Some brothers love to see them clouds
The hydro
Some brothers love to get aroused
The la-la
In some paper or a dutch
The ganja
I cant wait to get a rush
***** ****
I play cards with ray charles
Cheat for a grand
Once i deal out the deck take a peak at his hand
He got blackjacks but still losing is ?{weak
I write a hook and feel my beat
Trayino, mike g should read his feet}?
Play these ******
Now in 98 no time to graze ******
Cause they might tell
White judges, like the icegrill
Hoes set you up-the same way that pac and mike fell
Private affairs if i know your wife well
Switch to　different subjects
Some of the styles that i hit you up with
I make it hard for you to kick your tough ****
Major adjustments
I package a flame for all you bustas
Wrapped up put on a shelf full of substance
I drug clicks,　anti-biotic, rarely spotted
****** hear my name periodic
I feel we got it king of new york
Only the realll cop it
Chorus
I been all across the world on my quest for some herb
Spots be selling dirt keep the federal resevere
Smoking in bongs, ****** know that its dro in the bronx
I like that stinky green **** that be growing in swamps
Half-baked puff, puff, then you pass it to me
Good ****ll make you eat the last **** on your plate
Forget your songs seperate stix from stones
If your chronic come with stix leave that **** alone
Reapeat chorus 2x