Smoke 'em, smoke 'em, smoke 'em if ya gottem (2x)
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If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottem (3x)
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Hey muneka, I think I wanna take ya
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back to the lab, with my gift of gab
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and a little dab'll do ya, maybe even school ya,
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I'll rush your end zone like my man Don Shula
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you're my four leaf clover even bending over;
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I love you like rover; you're my little lawnmower
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but, lower, lower, I'm the seed sower
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the funky weed grower, the mad rap thrower.
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See, I'm a man's man; do you understand?
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What I'm giving ain't cocked in the palm of my hand.
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So take the nasty plunge plaid not grunge.
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I know it's really hard when you love someone. You always
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stood by me like Spanky did Stymie and if anybody messes I'll
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bust'em in the eye. And check that ass like Phil Esposito
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the guido, U.P.S. next day back to Toledo.
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Smoke 'em, smoke 'em, smoke 'em if ya gottem (2x)
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If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottem (3x)
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Smoke 'em if ya gottem (2x)
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If ya ain't gottem, well, well
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Me and my Les Paul is out droppin' science
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pocket full of blunts and a full carry license
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never walking streets, lookin' past my shouler acting kinda bolder
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since my dog got older; I walked the walk and I aced the test
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when I put the pressure on all your tendencies manifest
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Half spick peckerwood talkin' to the dead
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I'll break into your house and I'll smell your bed.
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Smoke 'em, smoke 'em, smoke 'em if ya gottem (3x)
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If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottem (3x)
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Smoke 'em, smoke 'em, smoke 'em if ya gottem (2x)
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(2x)
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Smoke 'Em
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