Smoke (Interlude) chords by
Greg Blackman
Greg Blackman

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Key: E minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Uh,
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me and my niggas tryna get it
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Get that house lick,
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tell me is you with it, ya bitch
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Home invasion, what's persuasive?
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From nine to five, I know it's vacant,
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ya bitch
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Dreams of livin' life like rappers do
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Back when condom rappers wasn't cool
I fucked Shireen and went to
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tell my bros
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Then that Shireen man,
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let it burn, came on
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Hot sauce all in, I talk rhymin', ya bitch
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Park the car, then we start rhymin',
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ya bitch
The only thing we had to
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free our mind
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Then freeze that verse
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when we see dollar signs
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You lookin' like an easy come up, ya bitch
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A silver spoon,
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I know you come from, bitch
And that's a lifestyle that
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we never knew
Go at it, reppin' for the revenue
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Go Halle Berry or Hallelujah
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Pick your poison,
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tell me what you do
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
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But the one in front of
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the gun lives forever
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The one in front of
the gun lives forever
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An d I've been hustlin' all day
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This a way, that a way
Through canals and alleyways
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Just to say
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Money trees is the perfect
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place for shadin'
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That's just how I feel
Nah, nah
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Eight dollar mic just fuckin' main,
bitch
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That's just how I feel
Nah, a dollar might,
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say fuck the niggas that
you gang with,
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that's just how I feel
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Nah, nah, a dollar might just make that lane switch,
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that's just how I feel
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Nah, a dollar might, turn to a million and we all rich,
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that's just how I feel
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Dreams of living life like rappers do
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Bump that new E40 after school
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You know big ballin' with my homies
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Bro Stephens had us
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thinkin' rational
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Back to reality, we poor, ya bitch
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Ain't nothin' casualty at war, ya bitch
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Two bullets in my uncle
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Tony's head
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He said one day I'll be on tour, ya bitch
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That Louie's burgers nev
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er be the same
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A Louie belt'll never ease that pain
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But I'ma purchase when
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that day is jerkin'
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Pull off at churches with
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Pirelli skirtin'
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Gang signs out the window, ya bish
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Hop in' all of em' offend you, ya bish
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They say your hood is a pot of gold
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And we gon' crash it when
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nobody's home
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Holla baron, or holla dude
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Pick your poison, tell me what you do
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Everybody gon' respect the shooter
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But the one in front of the gun
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lives forever
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An d I've been hustlin' all day,
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this a way, that a way
Through canals and alleyways,
just to say
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Money trees is the perfect place for shade
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And that's just how I feel, nah, nah
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A dollar might just fuck
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your main bitch
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That's just how I feel, nah
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A dollar might say fuck them niggas
that you came with
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That's just how I feel, nah, nah
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A dollar might just make
that lane switch
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That's just how I feel, nah
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A dollar might turn to a million
and we all rich
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That's just how I feel
Be the last one out to get this dough
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No way, love one of your
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fucking head and hoes
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No way, hit the streets,
then we break the code
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No way, get to breaks when they on patrol
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No way, be the last one
out to get the stove
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No way, love one of you
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bucket -headed hoes
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No way, hit the streets,
then we break the code
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No way, get to breaks when they on patrol
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No way Magic rock up in them
projects with them niggas
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Pick your pockets, Santa Claus,
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don't miss them stockings
Liquor spilling, pistols popping,
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baking soda
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Ain't no turkey on Thanksgiving
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My homeboy just domed a n***a
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I just hope the Lord forgive him
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Pops with cocaine residue
Every day I'm hustlin'
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What else is a thug to do
When you eatin' cheese from
the government?
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Gotta provide for my dawg and them
Get the f*** up out my way, b***h
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Got that drum and I got them bands
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Just like a parade, b***h
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Drop that work up in the bushes
Hope them boys don't see my stache
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If they do, tell the truth
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It's the last time you might see my ass
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From the gardens where
the grass ain't cut
Them serpents lurkin', blood
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Bitches sellin' pussy,
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niggas sellin' drugs,
but it's all good
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Broken promises, still you're watchin',
tell you what time it is
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Take your J's and tell you to
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kick it where a Foot Locker is
In the streets with a heater
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under my dungarees
Dreams of me gettin'
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shaded under a money
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They me Halle Berry or Halle Louie
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Pick your poison,
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tell me what you do
Everybody go respect the shooter
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But the one in front of the
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gun lives forever
The one in front of the gun, forever
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And I've been hustlin' all day
This a way, better way
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Through canals and
alleyways just to say
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Money trees is the perfect place for shade
And that's just how I feel
Kendrick, just bring my car back, man
I called in for another appointment
I figured you wasn't gonna be
back here on time anyway
Look, shit, shit,
I just wanna get out the house, man
This man is on one, he feeling good,
and a motherfucker.
Shit, I'm trying to get my
thing going too.
I'm going to another house,
just bring my car back.
Shit, he made it, he feeling good.
Listen to him.
See, he has health.
Shit, he ain't even tripping off
them dominoes no more.
Just bring the car back.
Did somebody say dominoes?

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