Smoke on the Beach Lyrics

D to the R.E.,

Lightskin nigga from Honda to 'Rari

My haters are sorry,

Cuz my leg in the game like I kicked an Atari

Ceviche, calamari

Smoke on the beach like I'm Marley,

Can't handle these bars like a Harley

I hardly be leavin' the crib unless it's a

Unless it's a party

Get to jump in that bitch like my last name is Hardy

Roll deep like an army,

Purple Runtz in the zip, got an ounce of that Barney

Have to call you back, I'm recording

Got this power pack, for the morning

Twenty-three joints, rolled 'em Jordan

Slide on these joints for the fortune

My voice don't need no distortion,

Raw in this bitch I can pay for abortion

Fuck a sample or a portion

I want it all, no extortion

So I move,

Mike Jackson

Moonwalk onna' groove,

No traction

And a flow so smooth in action

Got high fashion, on all fabrics

Dre Costa a flier motherfucker,

I get way too high in this motherfucker

No fear like I'm driving without a buckle

You can't say that you thrived if you never struggled

Like ooo

How you do that

Young Dre Guapo why you bring the whole crew back

To the back of the club, with the drinks in the air

If ya gas on E, then we gon have to buy a new pack

How can you judge what you never seen

Grass on the other side, that shit be extra green

I freed my mind, I found my inner peace

I cleansed my energy

Purified my memories

I can't waste no time duckin' the past,

That shit would make me a fool

And fools always finishing last

So I just need my mind

And my inner peace

I feel ya energy

I feel, ah ah

Alright,

It take nothing for me to pick out the lines I write

My schedule's tight,

They play with my time

And time is the money

I'm tryna get right

My circle get smaller every year,

Can't fit nobody up in here

So close to the dream that I went ghost,

They seen my body disappear

And go up in smoke

The way I'ma float on these flows

Can't fuck with regular hoes

Said achoo, they tryna bless me

Don't know that I be allergic to those

And I'm like who,

Who tryna sweat me

Stuck on them waves like they glued to the jetski

I don't got time for the fakes,

Or the wacks, or the snakes

Or the people that God sent to test me

I've dealt with death,

Been dealt with hunger and debt

Watching my back every step

The times that they crept

The fuck shit was gettin' too close to my personal space,

Had to rest

I never had much,

So I got right with whatever the fuck in the bag we had left

There lies my soul and my lyrics,

A couple of dollars with heart that could beat out my chest

Just lookin' for a way,

I think we seen it all

Ain't much to do when we trapped in four walls

I ain't tryna sit the bench,

Until the coach call

Until the day come,

You know I'ma ball

And we don't know shit,

Til shit hit the wall

Everything that we believe in slowly start to fall

I never call it quits,

So I can leave these walls

Until the day come

You know I'ma ball