Smoking On the Low

Lyrics

[Intro] On the, on the, on the, yo on the low know what I'm sayin' It's a pledge of allegiance to the cowboys I'mma hold it down for my man Sadat and everyone on this Earth man For real, just order this know what I mean hold it, yo hold it Yo i like to cock it back, yo check it [Hook] He went from block to block, rocks to cop Smokin' on the low, up the nose with the blow Speedin' bleedin' sucker for a hit And everybody know him as that fiend out kid (x2) [Verse 1] Ya like the style, raise ya hand for Fidel Hey you smiled, bust jingles, smokin' woollie with the land lady On foresee and the Internet, imminent Both of y'all are smokers but not heavy smokers Just weekend fiends, who front and share some coke There's always a lot of action in your part of Manhattan You choose to lose your status at the J-O And be off the payroll with the quickest Ya thinkin' about the thickest actin' like the sickest I'm cooler than twelve, ya got to feed yourself I got the urge, once was a college boy Will now destroy and employ Lil' Lloyd, with a Ford for the Summer Hey ain't he the stunner with the dirty ass curvy Who be comin' down from Bedford Lookin' like Robert Redford Actin' jakey makin' whole ville and old feel Cash for carry, now he's burying, for crack head marrying Who could damn well be carrying some old shit And around these parts there's a lot of walkin' dead But never you dread with the family car You be walkin' too far without puttin' on a bar Yeah ya be all that and stay the corporate star But walkin' these blocks niggas see ya' as the man With ya gold car, keep the pipelines open Ya only hopin' that ya heart don't bust Who can ya trust in the land of lust [Hook] [Verse 2] I can change up like the wind with my official men I'm younger than the old boys but then younger than the old jacks Then everybody once or twice for that matter All chain gang joints, all pieces for doli I remain solely as the untraceable I hate to face my outlaws if I can't feed em' Cause y'all know I need em' when the ol' bell rings Hate to meet eight kings, give em' the finest Let's spend some plastic and live in print, make the mint And cool out and never rule out [Verse 3] Get the women and kids and grab ol' dad I'll never let it get that bad to where I lose all the shit I had Met the wild, wild one, them nigga's is dead and done Memories like fleas, when we was still wearin' Lee's Buck, burnin' hide on a weak nigga's back For actin' like that, yo for actin' like that [Hook x4] [Various ad-libs]