Smoke(Clean Version) - Nature

Smoke (Clean Version) - Nature
Peep the reprucussions
Causing deep discussions
Brothers that fight might only speak to cousins
Rugged life but n***as in my fleet is stubborn
Grandma's they turn to Stella's when they need some loving
My name holds weight bigger than a Saint Bernard
Some think because its rap that it ain't a job
Think again I try to sepearate my do's from don'ts
N***as be slittin they wrist losing they h*es
Some dudes be confused when they broke
Misrabale looking death in the eye don't blink quick to smile
My hoodrats be women now lot
Yall'a always be my b***hes lonely or not
How much a*s can I pass up tilt your glass up
This one's 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 n***as keeping it locked
Smoking cheeba
Some supply it some'll grow it
Reefer
Some'll buy it some'll roll it
The chronic
If you try'd it then you know it
The toxic
I'm 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 ***
I can't wait to get a rush
M*******a
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 n***as
Now in 98 no time to graze n***as
Cause they might tell
White judges like the icegrill
H*es 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 s**t
Major adjustments
I package a flame for all you bustas
Wrapped up put on a shelf full of substance
I d**g clicks anti-biotic rarely spotted
N***as hear my name periodic
I feel we got it King of New York
Only the real'll cop it
I been all across the world on my quest for some herb
Spots be selling dirt keep the federal resevere
Smoking in bongs n***as know that its 'dro in the Bronx
I like that stinky green s**t that be growing in swamps
Half-Baked puff puff then you pass it to me
Good w**d'll make you eat the last s**t on your plate
Forget your songs seperate stix from stones
If your chronic come with stix leave that s**t alone
I been all across the world on my quest for some herb
Spots be selling dirt keep the federal resevere
Smoking in bongs n***as know that its 'dro in the Bronx
I like that stinky green s**t that be growing in swamps
Half-Baked puff puff then you pass it to me
Good w**d'll make you eat the last s**t on your plate
Forget your songs seperate stix from stones
If your chronic come with stix leave that s**t alone