'Why do you keep smoking that ****?
Why will you keep smoking that ****?
Why? Why?
Why do you keep smoking that ****?'

Aight, check it out yo, check it out yo
I'ma flip yo, check it out, bust it

I connect the spots like connect the dots
From the lower Eastside, to way up top
I got a map to express on the six, I found
Where they got the raw, dog, smoke at Soundview

Now, two licks damnit, do you understand?
Nuff respect to the dread man or I'ma dead man
I ain't no fake man for the red hand
It's just my warmth and with instructions from Redman

Whomever I step to, remove the Phillie Phoonta
'Cause I used to know this ***** and it killed her, that ***** is dead
I'm smokin' that **** 'cause I got a thousand jokes
Like puttin' your moms in the yoke 'cause she broke some choke

*****, you're blowin' up the spot, be out
Yo, either get some dough or get the ***k down South
With your ***** *** son and tell him throw up his dukes
So I can spend his lunch loot at noop, noop

Check it, I do the hip, hip, hop, the hibby, the hibby dibby
Kurious the too fly magician, never givin'
These *****z a piece of my pie 'cause yo my **** is fat
Just like my pockets, your girl's ***ties is flat

So when the ***** slid in correct with the funk from the big bra
I kindly reply, with a smile, aiyyo, chill hot, damn
Uh, uh, uh, I'm so sorry
Umm, eat your ***s 'cause them ****s is from Somalia

Check it out, on the one to the two
It's some **** from the zoo, it's the CM crew
Now from the ****s with the blocks, on the street or the goat
With the forty, the glocks, the Phillie and the smoke

Just like George Bush, is the type to drop bombs
George Kemprias will smoke scarm wit'cha moms
Throw a fifty yard p***, with a Afro pick
To Steve, Earthquake, stop smokin' that ****

I keep my gun out my holster, I'm wanted on the poster
'Cause I shot the sheriff, who knocked the cherry off my shoulder
He tried to get cute, so Earthquake had to erase him
And place him in America's Top Ten, like Casey Kasem

I tracked him, an actor with no sense of humor
If you heard, I fell off *****, it's only just a rumor
So step the ***k back, 'fore you get your **** cracked
I had to think up a plan, so now I'm fat like that

Two hundred and eighty pounds of pure funk and no junk
I snatch a ho, ***** up, just like Dave did, The Chipmunks
Kid, I'm rough tough, strong enough to call your bluff
Handcuff your wife up while your *****, give me a buff

I do run, run, run, I do run the MC's
The king of rap, you don't believe me? Believe these
Def rhymes on wax, don't call me, send a fax
I slam hard like Anthrax, so turn it up to the max

Stop, you're pinchin' my nerves with rap slurs
I do my best herb, now it's time to get served
So, suck my ****, I don't smoke that ****
I don't want this ****, so you flip the script

You know I'm on that ****, stop smokin' that ****
You know I'm on that ****, stop smokin' that ****
I'm always, always on that ****, stop smokin' that ****
Yeah, I'm on that ****, stop smokin' that ****

Stop smokin' that ****, 'fore you get killed
You know the flavor, my man, so just chill
Now hold your head up and hold your head high
Stop smokin' the dust, you just might die

Relax your mainframe, the bolder gets paid
And you won't have no mother***kin' gain
As you know, I'm on the microphone to make you all know
That **** that you smoke will make you mad, broke

I don't give a ***k about you and your crew
I'm not too lovesick, drink that brew, I'm a nasty Jew
I don't solve mysteries, never wearin' Lees
I got the mother***kin' S I to be, where it seed

So pack up, my man I went out of breath
I got asthma on the side, take it on to the left
So stop smokin' that **** my man
And I'm out, see ya later, so kick the can

I drink Colt forty-five and talk in mad jive
You know I stay alive, my *****z stay alive
Easy on the smoke, I don't really feel like tokin'
I gotta save some breath for this ***** I be strokin'

Everyday, I make a ***** get right
Jealous ***, ***** *** *****, can't fight
I'm in my new disguise, feedin' pigeons
Ducks, any bird and bond's my word, word is bond

I make gadgets, illy, ill toys that kill
Sleep on me, you'll get a sleepin' pill
Pin that *****, down right on the mat
If you ain't my *****, don't reach for no gat

Slap, right to the head
I'm blitzed to whip that ***, Moabo style, dead
You know what I'm sayin'?

Smokin' that ****
Yeah, c'mon, smokin' that ****
You see a *****, you know, smokin' that ****
Real quick, my man, you're cold, smokin' that ****

Kurious Jorge, I know you're not, smokin' that ****
Zev Love, what you doin'? Smokin' that ****
Stop smokin' that ****, stop smokin' that ****
Hahaha, smokin' that mother***kin' ****

Word up, yeah, yeah, smokin' that ****
Smokin' that mother***kin' ****, you're mother***kin' right
Put the ***kin' pipe down