Trick Daddy lyrics
Trick Daddy lyrics
"Tryin' To Stop Smokin' lyrics"
Craft Of The Wise lyrics
Across a thousand nations And forty-thousand years The teachers and the healers We are the Craft of the Wise The Old World and the New World Remember the nature people We who were p
(feat. Mystikal)Across a thousand nations And forty-thousand years The teachers and the healers We are the Craft of the Wise The Old World and the New World Remember the nature people We who were p
[Trick Daddy inhaling]
Mystikal the joint on you nigga, hit this shit here
[Mystikal:]
I heard about you Trick brah, I know what ya'll smoke down yo' way
That bitch there smell dirty dirty, that bitch filthy
[Trick:]
It ain't gone kill you nigga
[Mystikal:]
Say dog I smoke that, I smoke chronic, you need to stop
[Chorus:]
I tryin' to stop smokin', smokin', smokin'
I tryin' to stop smokin', but naw I don't think so
I tryin' to stop smokin' (I'm tryin'),
smokin' (I'm tryin'), smokin' (I'm tryin')
I tryin' to stop smokin', but naw I don't think so
[Verse 1: (Trick Daddy)]
Out out tonight feel like going out in the night I'm gonna walk the street walk the street I wanna feel the heat feel the heat. There ain't nobody better than me can't you see? Look at me! Wild feeling wild and I'm burning up deep inside I wanna let it go let it go I'm gonna steal the show steal the show. There ain't nobody better th
so I went and got that nigga (MYSTIKAL)
He was like (hombre), I say I got pounds in this bitch to blow
Smoke like it's yo's, nigga we'll go get some mo'
I know this dread named Fred next do' and I'm hitting' his ho
Got damn it, I'm BLOWED
Behind the wheel and I can't even see the road
Done smoked fo' Joe's and got three mo' already rolled
I shouldn't drive my shit when I'm high, I might tear it up
Shit got my eyes all red up, nigga can't even hold they head up
Got my brain waves, elevating in a daze
But I ain't afraid cause I now see life from so many ways
Done smoked up so many j's
Been high for so many days
So many ??? broke down and we roll
A Better God lyrics
Your eyes reflect the surface of the waterYour lipstick is smearedThe reed moves quietly in the windAnd you alone with yourselfFor the first time alone with yourselfYou've always been waiting for that momentTo answer all your questions yourselfThe shore at the edge of the world seems too farAnd you drink the blood of lifeAnd
with brown weed for days, hay, hayYour eyes reflect the surface of the waterYour lipstick is smearedThe reed moves quietly in the windAnd you alone with yourselfFor the first time alone with yourselfYou've always been waiting for that momentTo answer all your questions yourselfThe shore at the edge of the world seems too farAnd you drink the blood of lifeAnd
[Chorus (repeat 4x)]
I'm tryin' to stop smokin' (I'm tryin'),
smokin' (I'm tryin'), smokin' (I'm tryin')
I'm tryin' to stop smokin', but naw I don't think so
[Train effects]
[Verse 2: Mystikal]
I be puffing like a choo-choo train
Nigga with the bonafied smokers on my team
I got the urge for light green,
the same way a fiend crave for ice cream
Smoke that, what track that, shit we ain't rollin' to be looking at
So much smoke becoming out the window
bitches in the next car saying daddy what that
We be smoking on the green,
give me fifty dollar ??? I be coming in the hood
But you ain't got to
My Decision lyrics
Call me a fool, call me a dreamer Call me a fool, call me a dreamer The killer hidden in a video game who are the victims, no one to blame All you have seen, lies and lies and lies on TV-Screen, lies and lies and lies I heard the cries of an innocent night lost on their way to the satellite My decision is your decision is love Call me
worry 'bout catching no motherfucking headacheCall me a fool, call me a dreamer Call me a fool, call me a dreamer The killer hidden in a video game who are the victims, no one to blame All you have seen, lies and lies and lies on TV-Screen, lies and lies and lies I heard the cries of an innocent night lost on their way to the satellite My decision is your decision is love Call me
under stress I be smoking on the good shit
No matter where I'm at, in a ride or at home in the studio writing
Hold ya breathe if you can't take it,
Cause if ya with me and I got motherfucker I'm lightin'
Not trying to say I'm no hype,
but after killing 'gars then I know I be tight
And I been smoking all motherfucking day
And I'm bout to smoking for the rest of the night
That's why my chest be hurting and I sleep so much
and I can't remember shit
I went to the emergency room already, I think I better quit
[Chorus (repeat 4x)]
[Mystikal & Trick Daddy: (talking)]
[Chorus comes back in till fade]