Up In Smoke (feat. Maestro)

How my **** drink, let me go thirsty?

If I get signed, the fiends are goin' cold turkey, uh

One piece ain't enough, I need a hundred chains

They say Nines turned Hollywood, his number changed

Ice City boys were the hardest team

I cop you whole crop, I'm a farmer's dream

The brick came three quarters short

I got twenty-one G's in the pocket of my three-quarter shorts

I ain't hidin', I don't need no tints

Snuff that ****'s fire, well, I ain't seen him since

Sick of fightin' cases

Rather be livin' out in Vegas

Crib with like fifty-five acres

If I ask you girl on a date, she probably sayin' yes

So when I'm around, guard your queen like your playin' chess

(Hold it) My jeweler's sayin'

For a hundred G's, he'll have my body glowin' like a Super Saiyan

Ridin' in my city

Top down, listenin' to Biggie on my radio (To all my weed heads)

Plus I've got a bad bitch in the whip

Chain swingin' from my neck

Lookin' like a disco

Feelin' like we damn near made it, I swear

Headed to the top, we ain't goin' nowhere (Nowhere)

So to celebrate life just gimme the light

We gon' blow a little smoke in the air

Come on, let's blow a little smoke in the air, uh, uh, uh

Come on, let's blow a little smoke in the air, yeah, yeah

Oh, come on, let's blow a little smoke in the air

Oh, and I don't give a fuck how high I can get you, stay got, yeah

Roll up in the place, and we can get hot, yeah (Just roll that shit)

(And lemme hit that) Blow a little smoke in the air

We got the strongest coca

Grease got the fiends dancin', John Travolta

I floss on a bossy level

Got the Tony the Tiger watch, it's got a frosty bezel (Great)

Drivin' in the whip wit' a superfreak

Shoutouts to the 'nect for all the food for cheap

And if I ever blow off rap

I will shit by sayin' **** won't get jack

And since I been banned from the block

I've got time in my hands like a clock

I can get the heads up, get your yard robbed (We got this)

I've got a K and a 9 like a guard dog

I just let that food flip

Fatz will rob you and walk past you the next day like he don't do shit

(Oh, shit, why is that, my ****, Fatz?)

(Ah, it's that Church Road Crew shit)

Ridin' in my city

Top down, listenin' to Biggie on my radio (Hennessy connoisseurs)

Plus I've got a bad bitch in the whip

Chain swingin' from my neck

Lookin' like a disco

Feelin' like we damn near made it, I swear

Headed to the top, we ain't goin' nowhere (Nowhere)

So to celebrate life just gimme the light

We gon' blow a little smoke in the air

Come on, let's blow a little smoke in the air (Just for my Ice City girls)

(That like to roll that weed for her mans)

Come on, let's blow a little smoke in the air, yeah, yeah

Oh, come on, let's blow a little smoke in the air

Oh, oh, and I don't give a fuck how I can get, just stay got, yeah

Roll up in the place, and we can get hot, yeah

Blow a little smoke in the air

(Roof down, wind blowin' through your hair)