Smoke 'Em

Album: Come Find Yourself (1996)
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  • Smoke 'em, smoke 'em, smoke 'em if ya gottem
    If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottem
    Smoke 'em, smoke 'em, smoke 'em if ya gottem
    If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottem
    Smoke 'em, smoke 'em, smoke 'em if ya gottem
    If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottem
    Smoke 'em if ya gottem, smoke 'em if ya gottem
    If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottem

    Hey muneka, I think I want to take ya
    back to the lab, with my gift of gab
    and a little dab'll do ya, maybe even school ya,
    I'll rush your end zone like my man Don Shula
    you're my four leaf clover even bending over;
    I love you like rover; you're my little lawnmower
    but, lower, lower, I'm the seed sower
    the funky weed grower, the mad rap thrower.
    See, I'm a man's man; do you understand?
    What I'm giving ain't cocked in the palm of my hand.
    So take the nasty plunge plaid not grunge.
    I know it's really hard when you love someone. You always
    stood by me like Spanky did Stymie and if anybody messes I'll
    bust'em in the eye. And check that ass like Phil Esposito
    the guido, U.P.S. next day back to Toledo.

    Smoke 'em, smoke 'em, smoke 'em if ya gottem
    If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottem
    Smoke 'em, smoke 'em, smoke 'em if ya gottem
    If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottem
    Smoke 'em, smoke 'em, smoke 'em if ya gottem
    If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottem
    Smoke 'em if ya gottem, Smoke 'em if ya gottem
    If ya ain't gottem, well, well

    Me and my Les Paul is out droppin' science
    pocket full of blunts and a full carry license
    never walking streets, lookin' past my shouler acting kinda bolder
    since my dog got older;
    I walked the walk and I aced the test
    when I put the pressure on all your tendencies manifest
    Half spick peckerwood talkin' to the dead
    I'll break into your house and I'll smell your bed.

    Smoke 'em, smoke 'em, smoke 'em if ya gottem
    If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottem
    Smoke 'em, smoke 'em, smoke 'em if ya gottem
    If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottem
    Smoke 'em, smoke 'em, smoke 'em if ya gottem
    If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottem
    Smoke 'em if ya gottem, smoke 'em if ya gottem
    If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottem
    Smoke 'em if ya gottem, smoke 'em if ya gottem
    If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottem
    Smoke 'em if ya gottem, smoke 'em if ya gottem
    If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottem
    Smoke 'em, smoke 'em, smoke 'em if ya gottem
    If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottem
    Smoke 'em if ya gottem, smoke 'em if ya gottem
    If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottem Writer/s: Brian Leiser, Hugh Morgan, Steve Borgovini
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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