Smoking On A J.

Smoking On A J. Lyrics

Well I'm fresh up outta jail wit no job
So I steal and rob
Creepin through them parks and runnin them b**ches
Up off them boulevards
This that type of sh*t that'll make you quick
To get yo ass in
(well what you want playa what you want)
b**ch them muthaf**kin dividends
I'm that nigga to envy wit that damn devil in me
Koopsta's buckin these b**ches down leavin
They muthaf**kin pockets empty
That's what I did and now I got a f**kin bloody glock
From makin these niggas lay
Drop yourself takin these b**ches off to my stash spot
And when I step damn fool betta watch yaself
Cuz walkin wit that Koopsta Knicca's
Bad for your f**kin health
Ho I would rather make a stang than be a lame burglar
And if I do ya it's a murder murder murder murder
Inside the mind of a muthaf**kin lunatic
Leavin b**ches headless it's pathetic to try to f**k wit this
That's why I make these hits and call this sh*t a nigga knock
(3 gunshots)
b**ch don't let this be a stash spot
HOOK
I buck em drug em f**k em I don't love em
Dump em smokin
Put him, put him in a ho spot
Take me downtown to my stash spot
(x4)
5-0s on my dick now tell me b**ch
What am I supposed to do
Some trick must have snitched about that Koopsta Knicca
Robbin fools
I never break a sweat in the presence of a mutha-f**kin redneck
A high speed chase is in effect
Wrap a scarf around my dead dress
Stolen Chevy ballin in wit the fo fifty
In this muthaf**kin b**ch
Plus I'm layin down niggas 5-0 b**ches cannot f**k wit this
Turned the corner thinkin I'm gonna
Lay these tricks in a body bag
And could this be the end of the Koopsta Knicca
In a ski mask
Ask me if I'm Drac