I Smoke, I Drink
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[Magic Intro]
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B-Doctor!
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Let's welcome em to the Vault baby
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Do it big nigga!
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Do it big nigga!
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Do it big nigga!
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Stupid ass nigga
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[Chorus: Magic] Repeat 2x
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I smoke (Yea!), I drank (Yea!)
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I'm supposed to stop but I can't (Uh-huh)
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I'ma dog (Yea!), I love hoes (Yea!)
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And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
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Do it big then
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I do it big nigga 3x
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[Verse 1: Youngbleed]
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So many ways to get paid
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Better, keep, fake, i.d.
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Sure yall don't try me
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It's murder, I'm a server
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Lyric life sentence
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Relentless, a menace to society
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Full of robberies so **** it
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I hop in the bubble
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Wrap the Beretta wit a rag
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That glock in the Cutlass
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Nigga I'm always hustlin
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And yea, round the Cadillacs
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The alibam's a must (Uh-huh, yea yea)
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Crimey and grimey weed smuckers (Uh-huh, yea yea)
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Money and weed, you know my mind see on the Don Don P
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With Mr. Magic and Traffic blowin some bomb weed (Uh-huh, yea yea)
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In your mind, I call my pistol cause it stay by me (Uh-huh)
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That's like my brother, lucky mothers
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We ain't nothin to see (Uh-huh)
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Or like my nigga Pete, but Uncle Pete
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Or my partner Moe Pete, and Low Key
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Nigga, you know me man
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It ain't no thang to c*** it back and make you shake thug bang
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Grab the weed, rhyming the coke name nigga, what's up
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[Chorus] Repeat 2x
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I smoke (Yea!), I drank (Yea!)
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I'm supposed to stop but I can't (Uh-huh)
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I'ma dog (Yea!), I love hoes (Yea!)
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And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
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Do it big then
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I do it big nigga 3x
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[Verse 2: Mr. Magic]
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I ain't got nuthin but d*** for you hoes
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I won't trick, I ain't sick for you hoes
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I ain't got nuthin to give to no nigga
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Deal wit no nigga, chill wit no nigga
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I'ma keep a stack of that funny smelling tobacco
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Pistol in my hand, nigga ready to act a
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God damn fool, ignorant muthaf***a bout to lose my cool
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Let me smoke a goose so I can calm my nerves
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Find me a duck, get some head in the Burb
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I'ma fool on them hoes nigga
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That's my word, show me a dime and I'm bet I'm gettin served
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Everybody know me probably saw me half-c***ed
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Drunk, high in the club bout to get it hot
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Louisiana nigga, down here we getting bucked (Bucked!)
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And if we ain't fighting, it's probably cause we too f***ed up!
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[Chorus] Repeat 2x
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I smoke (Yea!), I drank (Yea!)
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I'm supposed to stop but I can't (Uh-huh)
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I'ma dog (Yea!), I love hoes (Yea!)
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And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
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Do it big then
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I do it big nigga 3x
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[Boosie Talking]
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I do it big
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Lil Boosie do it big boy
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Feel this here, check this out
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Look
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[Verse 3: Lil Boosie]
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I smoke, I drank, I tote that iron (That iron)
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Eyes stay red, and my guhl stay fine
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I'ma problem child, I know you heard
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I ain't no turtle, I'ma crocodile (Crocodile!)
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And I'll serve ya
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See Lil Boosie from that South Side (That South Side!)
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In they mouth got bout five
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Got them Tees with dem Ree's wit dem black and white cowel (Cowel!)
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I want Ashanti, Beyonce and Trina
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So I could hit her from the back, like I do my black nina
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I miss my nigga Soulja Slim (Rest In Peace), and that's for real
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So in your memory I pop a pill, c*** the steel
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If you don't like it you could take it to that level
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That go the mo light, mo won't you come and meet the Devil
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Look, I'na put two labels on my back and start walking (Start walking!)
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And it ain't in six states now I got everybody talking
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Look, and I thug (I thug), with my thugs (My thugs)
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We getting paid from the block to the club
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That's what's up nigga
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[Chorus] Repeat 2x
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I smoke (Yea!), I drank (Yea!)
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I'm supposed to stop but I can't (Uh-huh)
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I'ma dog (Yea!), I love hoes (Yea!)
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And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
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Do it big then
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I do it big nigga 3x
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I Smoke, I Drank
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| Roy Jones Jr. |
