Want Smoke

Nowadays I move different, you wouldn't know if I move a pack Niggas be telling they business, you got the traits of a sewer rat They shot up my partner's Impala like they didn't think we'd be shooting back Niggas jumped me few years ago came up missing and I ain't have nothing to do with that I just put gold on my teeth Then I just roll up a leaf I don't believe in belief I ain't got no time for no beef Niggas would call the police We handle shit in the street If you ever cross me Bitch I want you to stay free Lap dance from my b**** while I grips on a pistol and smokes on a blunt The way I fight for my people and with my people you would think this conscious s*** a front All my niggas 'bout that action but they ain't with the set tripping All of my homies was Bloods, all of my family was Cripping Scales and choppers, baggies and bullets, empty bottles and bandanas Real niggas stay down, shout to K. Doolin and Santiago Santana I'm a God but they calling us thug niggas Yeah we calm down a little but we was hitters A nigga was not trying to make his buzz bigger I was out here selling guns to the drug dealers Roll up a O and blow But I want smoke You a hoe, I'm trained to go I want smoke It happened a long time ago but you already know I want smoke Tried to flex on me when I was broke, ego stroke I want smoke I want smoke Yeah yeah I want smoke Yeah yeah I want smoke Yeah yeah I want smoke I want smoke I want smoke Hoping that one of these racists Wanna come and try a nigga patience It's like I got OCD, 'cus I be putting they ass in they places It's broken bones, swollen faces Gun charges, assault cases Whether consumer or corporation we blaze 'em You waiting for changes We don't believe in politicians Them m************ make mob decisions Complete the mission, leave with no description Night vision and clip extensions We already had a gang truce Make a nigga wonder what's the use I'll knock a nigga shit loose I dealt with a lot of abuse Now I ain't taking no more I'll put a body on the floor Know I wanna even the score And shoot 'til my hands get sore Saint Psyke, know a nigga crazy Circa '88, crack hit in the 80's Don't think 'cus I wanna save the babies That I'ma let a m*****f***** play me It ain't enough clothes for the blood to soak Get poisoned, get shot or get poked You think this s*** is a joke I'm serious as a stroke Don't concealed carry, we tote We selling bricks not coke My nigga Damu and I'm Loc Cop f*** with him and we both want smoke Roll up a O and blow But I want smoke You a hoe, I'm trained to go I want smoke It happened a long time ago but you already know I want smoke Tried to flex on me when I was broke, ego stroke I want smoke I want smoke Yeah yeah I want smoke Yeah yeah I want smoke Yeah yeah I want smoke I want smoke I want smoke