this elevation So all my smokas it keeps me easy...easy...easy And thats Fo sheezy Let me smoke my, my marijuana And stop harassin me-ijuana I've smoked
Übersetzung: Magic. Smoke On.
this elevation So all my smokas it keeps me easy... easy... easy And that's Fo sheezy Let me smoke my, my marijuana And stop harassin me-ijuana I've smoked
: I would turn on the tv, but its so embarrassing to see all the other people, i dont know what they mean it was magic at first, when they spoke without
' that thang In a smoke-filled room, filled with noise On a special night just for the boys I'll be sittin' at a table, just sippin' on a drink, While
was born I don't want no shit but niggaz trip and yo it's on Open fire on my adversaries, don't even worry Better have on a vest aim for the chest and
have it just have faith Just like a little kid still believin in magic It takes alot of sacrifice But through all the lonely nights on tour I need
Magic Don Juan From Queens to Hong Kong, weed in the bong We smoke that, leave our minks on the coat rack Those that plot on me, nine times outta ten
m give you what I got for ya, my clip loaded with 16 shots for ya, you never had a hot gun on ya waste and blood on your shoe because a nigga went and
'm a psycho, Mariah aint got shit on me when I retire I'll be spittin baby food on people a tent siege on ranch, huddled up next to her with Hello Kitty slippers on
on our necks Call it cut throat We, bury powers on the set that they come from We know magic, Turn weed smoke to gun smoke We, ball first when we ride
carry choppers on our necks Call it cut throat We, bury cowards on the set that they come from We know magic, Turn weed smoke to gun smoke We, ball first
' pictures on my wall Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private
no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you. Take me on a trip upon your magic
: (feat. Lil' Fate, Smoke (Field Mob)) [Bobby V:] Ooooooooooo...I just wanna table dance [Smoke from Field Mob] You'se a booty shakin pro, keep my
cause I gotta get bud, Wanna get a pound of that float stuff, some of that smoke and puff, And if ya smoke enough ya sure enough get pod'ed... Cleveland
crime Smokin the reefer to ease my mind Swig some wine, step on the block with the rocks But Willie be servin dem dummies see Gotta buck him on down
I try to be free You're deep inside of me How can I forget the love Just one touch and we were on our way We were on our way And you know that I need