[Smoke]
|
I'm the cookie monster, from Seasame Street with big
|
Yellow birds for sale you need chicks I keep bricks
|
I'm the boss, They workin' I sit back and make calls
|
Movin' keys I never seen like Stevie and Ray Charles
|
Like bodybuilders, we move weight, from da weed to da yay
|
Servin' more O'z than Omarion and B2K
|
My birds don't got wings, I have to package 'em
|
I wish they could fly, then I wouldn't have to traffik 'em
|
That uncut base, they'll be back like Ma$e
|
Take it to the kitchen, whip it, watch it come back like New edition
|
Bricks... I got 'em lower than them, The nigga that sold it to you
|
I sold it to the nigga that sold it to him
|
|
[Chorus: Smoke]
|
Come and see me, if you want dat hard or dat blow
|
I got 'em 16, half for 8, quarters for 4
|
Come and see me, if you want a block of dat D
|
I never drought, I always got it homey holla at me
|
Come and see me, if you wanna cop you a brick
|
Just place an order, Hit me on my celly or on my hip
|
Come and see me, if you wanna cop you a key
|
Got what you want, got what you need, my nigga holla at me
|
Come and see me..
|
|
[Stat Quo]
|
Holla at 'em, birds bag 'em, move 'em, pass 'em, in a wagon
|
Down the strip, gotta have 'em, lanes nappin while we trappin
|
Wonder how the come up happen folk, rappin, hammer blastin'
|
Geek, monsters, plenty action, servin, working'
|
Bread stackin' folk, Heroin, Exstacy, Purple, and Coke
|
Got people that own boats, In Miami ya know
|
One hit and you float, My workers never come up short
|
They knowin it toat
|
Don't gotta market and promote 'em, never broke
|
So many J's, so many ways, so many hoods for me to slang, Mane!
|
Wrappin' work is operation shoe string, Mane!
|
I'ma tie up and lace the market wit dat Cane
|
|
[Chorus]
|
|
[Smoke]
|
We got shit you stick in vein, brick of Cane
|
Dubs, Dimes, to Nicks of Jane
|
Ask my fiends da shit you name it
|
Ain't shit that you can't get, cause we got it
|
Blocks like Lego, white like Mayo
|
Pills in all flavors come taste the rainbow
|
I camp wit a unit of G's, 50 deep
|
Wit Bank rolls of Bucks in The Game dealin' Yayo
|
Got boy by the balloon, gallons of that sizzurp
|
Got regiment, green and purp, got 16 years of bizzurb
|
Erybody know me, so do like Dorthy
|
Folow the yellow brick road, to the Wizard of O-Z
|
|
[Chorus]
|
|
-----------------
|
Come See Me
|
Disturbing Tha Peace |