KMD - Smokin' That S*@%! Lyrics

"Why do you keep smoking that shit? Why will you keep smoking that shit?Why??? Why??? Why do you keep smoking that shit?"Aight, check it out yo, check it out yoI'mma flip yo, check it out - bust it[Zev Love X]I connect to spots like connect-the-dotsFrom the Lower East Side, to way up topI got a map, too, express on the 6, I found youWhere they got the raw dog smoke at SoundviewNow, two nicks, damnit, do you understand?Sike! Nuff respect to the dread man or I'mma dead manI ain't no Fed man for the red handIt's just my Walkman with instructions from RedmanWhomever I step to, remove the Phillie filter'Cause I used to know this bitch and it killed her(That bitch is dead, yo)I'm smokin' that shit, 'cause I got a thousand jokesLike puttin' your moms in a yoke 'cause she broke some chokeBitch, you're blowin' up the spot, be outYo, either get some dough, or get the fuck down SouthWith your bitch-ass son, and tell him throw up his dukesSo I can spend his lunch loot at noop noop[Kurious]Check itI do the hip, hop, the hibby, the hibby dibbyKurious the too-fly magician, never givin'These niggas a piece of my pie, 'cause, yo, my shit is fatJust like my pockets, your girl's titties is flatSo, when the bitch slid in correct with the funk from her big braI kindly reply, with a smile, "Aiyyo chill, hooooot damn"Uh, uh, uh, I'm so sorry, ummEat your tits, 'cause them shits is from SomaliaCheck it out, on the one to the twoIt's some shit from the zoo, it's the C.M. (Crewwwww!)Not from the cocks but the blocks on the street or the goatWith the 40s, the Glocks, the Philly and the smokeJust like George Bush is the type to drop bombsJorge Kurious will smoke skunk wit'cha momsThrow a 50 yard pass, with a Afro pickTo Steve, Earthquake, stop smokin' that shit[Earthquake]I keep my gun out my holster, I'm wanted on the poster'Cause I shot the sheriff and knocked the chip off my shoulderHe tried to get cute, so Earthquake had to erase himAnd place him in America's Top Ten, like Casey KasemI tracked him, an actor, with no sense of humorIf you heard I fell off, nigga, it's only just a rumorSo, step the fuck back, 'fore you get your shit crackedI had some Digable Planets, so now I'm fat like that280 pounds of pure funk, and no junkI snatch a ho bitch up just like Dave did The ChipmunksKid, I'm rough tough, strong enough to call your bluffHandcuff your wife up, while your bitch, give me a buffI do run run run, I do run the MC'sThe king of rap, you don't believe me? Believe these!Def rhymes on wax, don't call me, send a faxI slam hard like Anthrax, so turn it up to the maxSTOP! You're pinchin my nerves, with rap slursI do my best herb, now it's time to get servedSo, suck my dick, I don't smoke that shitI don't want this shit, so you flip the script[Hook]You know I'm on that shit - STOP SMOKIN THAT SHITYou know I'm on that shit - STOP SMOKIN THAT SHITI'm always always on that shit - STOP SMOKIN THAT SHITYeah I'm on that shit - STOP SMOKIN THAT SHIT[Lord Sear]Stop smokin' that shit, 'fore you get killedYou know the flavor, my man, so just chillNow, hold your head up and hold your head highStop smokin' the dust, you just might dieRelax your mainframe, the bolder gets paidAnd you won't have no motherfuckin' game​As you know, I'm on the microphone to let you all knowThat shit that you smoke will make you mad brokeI don't give a fuck about you and your crewI'm not too lovesick, drink that brew I'm a Nancy DrewI don't solve mysteries, never wearin' LeesI got the motherfuckin' S.I. to be, where it seedSo pack up, my man I went out of breathI got asthma on the side, take it on to the leftSo stop smokin' that shit my manAnd I'm out, see ya later, so kick the can[Subroc]I drink Colt 45 and talk in mad jiveYou know I stay alive, my niggas stay aliveEasy on the smoke, I don't really feel like tokin'I gotta save some breath for this bitch I be strokin'Everyday, I make a nigga get frightJealous-ass, pussy-ass nigga can't fightI'm in my new disguise, feedin' pigeonsDucks, any bird, and bond's my word (word is bond)I make gadgets, illy, ill toys that killSleep on me, you'll get a sleepin' pillPin that nigga, down right on the mat (bang!)If you ain't my nigga, don't reach for no gatSlap, right to the headI'm blitzed to whip that ass, muerto style, deadY'knahmsayin?[Outro]SMOKIN THAT SHITYeah, c'mon - SMOKIN THAT SHITYou see a nigga you know - SMOKIN THAT SHITMy man you're cold - SMOKIN THAT SHITKurious Jorge I know you're not - SMOKIN THAT SHITZev Love what you doin? SMOKIN THAT SHITStop SMOKIN THAT SHIT, stop SMOKIN THAT SHITHahaha, smokin that motherfuckin shit!Word up, yeah yeah, smokin that shitSmokin that motherfuckin shit, you're motherfuckin rightPut the fuckin pipe down!!