Lick Shots

Album cover art for "Lick Shots" by Smoke DZA & King Chip & Zombie Juice

Smoke DZA & King Chip & Zombie Juice - Rap, New York Rap

Lick Shots

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Duration: 3:44

Lyrics

[Chorus: KRS-One & Smoke DZA] (Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha) Yeah (Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha) Yeah (Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha) Yeah (Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha) (Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha) Yeah (Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha) Yeah (Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha) (Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha) [Verse 1: Smoke DZA] Uh, '05, I was flyin' my pack I took a couple whack losses, double ridin' my back (Uh) I had ends for twenty-one, I was applyin' my tax And you can take that to the bank, no, I don't lie in my raps My Broad Street homies, they supplyin' the wraps (Uh) Me and Chip got the vibes, we providin' the slaps (What?) Fifty for a gram, I had a time in the trap The sour diesel era, I went diamond in that Yeah, luxury whip, kids climb in the back Give my daughter a couple dollars, hit your momma with that I'm kinda relaxed, I'm kinda on edge, I'm kinda intact Strangle on the game, I'm like Conor with that (Uh) Sеrve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown (Uh) Crеw got small, had to downsize, cut down (Uh) I'm in the crib 'less the money call, I don't fuck 'round (What?) Tennis chains and Cuban links, everything bust down [Chorus: KRS-One & Smoke DZA] (Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha) Yeah (Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha) Yeah (Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha) Yeah (Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha) (Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha) Yeah (Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha) Yeah (Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha) (Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha) [Verse 2: King Chip] Uh, yeah, this what you was lookin' for You know we keep on cookin', ho My hookers keep on hookin', ho It's high but then I took it low Just so I can take off again And kick you in your sternum, bitch It's Chip Tha Rip and DZA in this bitch You should be nervous, bitch This shit you never heard of, bitch The weed we in here smokin' on I am in a room full of people, but I smoke alone Puttin' a hunnid miles of dick in this bitch In my hotel, watchin' reruns of Ridiculousness I just delete the bitch Really don't make no sense to get pissed I don't care if you diss Neck lit, glistenin' wrist Don't listen to what they tellin' you, but listen to this On our first disagreement you out there on the scene And believe me, I got negative five tolerance Even if I don't got five on it, I got a bitch And if we look like a odd couple, she probably rich And I don't tell her my business 'cause she'll probably snitch [Chorus: KRS-One & Smoke DZA] (Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha) Yeah (Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha) Yeah (Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha) Yeah (Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha) (Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha) Yeah (Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha) Yeah (Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha) (Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha) [Verse 3: Zombie Juice] Thug life, pour out a lil' liquor Spittin' loogies like Tupac Fuck these niggas, look Cradle to the grave Hail Mary, forgive me for these days Sinnin' got me complacent I'm fornicatin' in foreign places Like, only God can judge me I'm grateful for these changes I rather be yo' nigga, you rather be my bitch Until the end of time, could fuck around, cause an eclipse Why every 9/10 rapper sound the same? Every sentence like, "Y'all ain't really lit" Count up the bills more, that's lineage Friends turn to foes, I'm starin' out my rear view mirror, prayin' I ain't gotta blow it, the life of an outlaw Product of my environment, who could vouch for him? I filled the room up, a dozen roaches Marni slippers, white leather sofas So much snow in the nostrils, huh, could cause a cold front They don't wanna see a bad guy, toothpick, that's Razor Ramon Head in the clouds, I'm in a league of my own I'm movin' weight like a BBL, I'm up in the mornin' Splash water for that pussy, always good in the mornin' I told my son, "You gon' make it, never stress where you goin'" The time is now, the Devil gon' test you, you reap what you sowin' Let's get it [Chorus: KRS-One & Smoke DZA] (Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha) Yeah (Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha) Yeah (Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha) Yeah (Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha) (Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha) Yeah (Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha) Yeah (Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha) (Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha)

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Credits

Writers
  • Smoke DZA
  • King Chip
  • Zombie Juice