Übersetzung: Christian. Full Of Smoke.
Chorus] [Isaiah 6] For Whole earth is full of his glory And the foundations of the threshold tremble At the voice of him who called out While the temple is filled with smoke
daggers (ahhh!) Fuck the planet, until it spins on a broken axis I'm so bananas I'm showin up to your open casket to fill it full of explosive gasses
right, then where's your ritious ways We sacrafice, snatch your life, many nights and days Follow me into equality we might behave And only christ
the weed smoke chaaaaaase it!, Ho! Cause I'm Waaaaasted!, that's the way I does! Nigga we get drunk on the way to the cluuuubb! The dash board looking like a table full
I'm similar, Nasir Bin Olu Dara Visqu Allah, fist full of dollars in the dice game God The Ice King, God, the Black Christ, elegant stance Clothes fit
I rock fake niggas shouldn't doubt us Surrounded by crooks, full clips and fine weed Choice clothes my mind blocked seein fine foes Long nights bust those in small Christ
A soldier story, livin off nothin but instinct Bitch niggaz continue to floss and lip-sync And I'ma just continue to flow, while rockin the boat Probably smoke
Purple haze is all I smoke but she couldn't make it on this trip Usaully keep a pistol too one in the chamber clip full, Not today on I-10 it's nothing
that's a money thing Yo yo [Hook: Inspectah Deck - singing] I was +Dashing+ through the hood Eighteens with the whip, smoke gray Leavin' skid marks on five-oh, smokin
ya, protect ya neck kid, so set it off de Inspector Deck [Meth] watch ya step kid (8X) [Inspector Deck] I smoke on the mic like smokin Joe Frazier The
right now All the models to the floor right now All the models to the floor right now All the models to the floor right now [Kanye West] I'm in my Christian
grin I can pick my own nose and put it back in I can squeeze the breeze, drink a bottle of lice Smoke a pack of whiskey with jesus christ I got options
mean to me Is that the hood die young/ We call it the last days What you know about coppin a house to fight pits in Or blowin' weed smoke on the cops
Real vendettas Steal cantines, at least two roam on wild plain For my voice drain the gramophone, dance for rain Cloak and spell Choke on smoke from
of money, look bummy and what 'Cause money ain't shit, respect is everything So if I kill niggas dead, don't ask me shit I smoke blunts to the head,
the Macks that I stash in the grass And that ten mill' Terror Squad start up cash I'm a law abidin' citizen, I barely smoke blunts now We into real
hear my name You better duck fate or catch a fuckin' face full of duct tape You get smacked like a trick that sniffed off her money Then smoked like