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letra de out to smoke - nyj

[intro: nyj]
on a stoop in nostrand

[verse 1: nyj]

i should stop drinking probably
sippin is my hobby
me and c.c. easy we be making carbon copies
chicken and broccoli
chicken weed party
i don’t smoke but i’m seeing chickens in my lobby
guess you kick it with nikki charlie tina sabrina, demon monster tarot cards until we see the 3rd eye being in the inner galaxy
but we had to see
shadows without solids y’all speaking too casually
figure them jittery fingers
getting so livid it lingers
i’m addicted to women who taking my d-ck
they put me on trial i try and acquit
you know i like brandy and i’m taking a sip

[hook]
what we rapping for?
we all came out to smoke
what we rapping for?
we all came out to smoke
what we rapping for?
we all came out to smoke
what we rapping for?
we all came out to smoke
what we rapping for?
we all came out to smoke

[verse 2: nyj]

drawback drawback
f-ck the pills i put back the prozac
if i were to die
i’d be lyrics in the sky
reincarnated by my smoke a mile high
raindrops up top for my girl when i cry
no cops for blocks no stops when i drive
life’s a beach and we all gotta dive
but all these wanna bees wanna flock to a hive
yep
i be chill i see deals does gold really glisten
my hair nappy am happy does god really listen
drown my fears in everclear is my liver ripping
am i over hungover or robotripping

[verse 3: nyj]

columbus found brooklyn
they cutting down the trees
where there’s smoke there’s fire
and they imprisoning our seeds
the government wants to make bank off all the weed
just a fool on the block
but this is what i see
respect the rejects
my check spent on my vest
the condos that duplex
they annex the projects
inflation the effect
the subject not complexed
when chop cheese six dollars
but no change in my check
police see me
she on that e cigarette
these trees in our streets
these trees in our pockets yeah
peace out for police
police out for peace
piece out for police
police out for streets

{outro: maryjane]
yeo
yeo my n-gga what the f-ck is you doing?
yeo what the f-ck are you rapping for
my n-gga we came here to get high
we came here to get dopey
we just came to smoke
what the f-ck
n0body wanna hear that sh-t right now
yeo dead-ss on some real sh-t
like what the f-ck are you talking for
why are you rapping
why the f-ck are you rapping
why are you rapping
bro
f-ck outta here

- nyj

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