Smoke Routes Lyrics

I'm feeling so geeked up, toking on my smoke Route

Go and scoop my boy, say it's time for a smoke out

But if you see them laws, then be sure to put your Dope down

Wait until they pass by, before you blow the Smoke out

It don't even matter which city, it's a smoke route

We riding through your side of town, blowing all The smoke out

Man, how to hell these niggas turn a car into a Smoke out

Yeah, And that's a purple smoke cloud

Before I leave the spot, I need to grab a zip

You got shells, I got kush, blunt power I'm Equipped

Put that doobie to my lip, leprechaun the weed

Yeah, I gotta make it flip, let's bend some corners Take a trip

You know I really bust the rhymes when I be Lighting up a spiff

Make some moves with my Cuzz and I ain't talking Bout the crips

You bout paper, I'm on papers, man, fucking let's Smoke

If you trying to get fried, take some real deep Tokes

Throw out all the roaches during the smoke route

The whole southeast region is my damn smoke Route

We got the rental too loud, smelling like the Strong pack

Gotta need the Reggie Bush for this bag of Anthrax

Cruising to the Gump, damn near, burnt the whole Quack

In the Ham or the Ville, we be blowing down the Lac

The train had me waiting, so I rolled up at the Track

Headed to the Forestdale, I was chiefing through Pratt

I'm feeling so geeked up, toking on my smoke Route

Go and scoop my boy, say it's time for a smoke out

But if you see them laws, then be sure to put your Dope down

Wait until they pass by, before you blow the Smoke out

It don't even matter which city, it's a smoke route

We riding through your side of town, blowing all The smoke out

Man, how to hell these niggas turn a car into a Smoke out

Yeah, And that's a purple smoke cloud

Smoke rule, nigga, puff puff pass

It's the lawnmower man, breaking down the grass

Breakfast kinda early, wake me up with some Hash

One time pull us over, Dre gon' hide it in the stash

Obese kids, my blunt so fat

It's a Louisville slugger, baseball bats

Nose guard bags, that's the quarterback sacks

Walk to the car, come on and hit this wet black

Me and Mary Jane rolling in the Mustang

Better known as the hoss, sipping lean for the Cough

Creeping on my smoke route, where don't Nobody talk

Riding in my own neighborhood, damn, I got lost

Let's bend another corner, interior marijuana

Dropping ashes in the tray, just a empty Corona

Bottle, Probably smoked a zone up

Shotgun cocked and loaded

We'll do the same thing, just pick me up in the Morning

I'm feeling so geeked up, toking on my smoke Route

Go and scoop my boy, say it's time for a smoke out

But if you see them laws, then be sure to put your Dope down

Wait until they pass by, before you blow the Smoke out

It don't even matter which city, it's a smoke route

We riding through your side of town, blowing all The smoke out

Man, how to hell these niggas turn a car into a Smoke out

Yeah, And that's a purple smoke cloud