Lyric Smoke Em

Smoke em, smoke em, smoke em if ya gottem (2x)
If ya ain t gottem then ya hit rock bottem (3x)

Hey muneka, I think I wanna take ya
back to the lab, with my gift of gab
and a little dab ll do ya, maybe even school ya,
I ll rush your end zone like my man Don Shula
you re my four leaf clover even bending over;
I love you like rover; you re my little lawnmower
but, lower, lower, I m the seed sower
the funky weed grower, the mad rap thrower.
See, I m a man s man; do you understand?
What I m giving ain t cocked in the palm of my hand.
So take the nasty plunge plaid not grunge.
I know it s really hard when you love someone. You always
stood by me like Spanky did Stymiey and if anybody messes I ll
bust em in the eye. And check that ass like Phil Esposito
the guido, U.P.S. next day back to Toledo.

Smoke em, smoke em, smoke em if ya gottem (2x)
If ya ain t gottem then ya hit rock bottem (3x)
Smoke em if ya gottem (2x)
If ya ain t gottem, well, well

Me and my Les Paul is out droppin science
pocket full of blunts and a full carry license
never walking streets, lookin past my shouler acting kinda bolder
since my dog got older; I walked the walk and I aced the test
when I put the pressure on all your tendencies manifest
Half spick peckerwood talkin to the dead
I ll break into your house and I ll smell your bed.

Smoke em, smoke em, smoke em if ya gottem (3x)
If ya ain t gottem then ya hit rock bottem (3x)
Smoke em, smoke em, smoke em if ya gottem (2x)
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