Smoke Some Kill

                                  Cheeba, cheeba on my brain

Went downtown jump the trai

Twelve  o'clock in New York

No cab I had to walk

Downtown Latin quarters

Got inside drunk some water

Stepped on stage started to talk

Said yo yo what up new york

Danced all around act so silly

Homey in the crowd said must be from Philly! 

Code was cuttin' I was grabbin my dick

Thought to my self I'm tired as shit

Jump off stage ran outside

Grab code money jump a ride

Turn left no homey turn right

Straight back to the after midnight

Got into the place people was cheerin'

Girls threw panties that they was wearin'

Fella's in the back they was learin'

My fat gold chain they was starin'

I wasn't carin you faggots

I ain't fearin'

Calm down cool and chill

Crack another forty smoke some kill

Woke up early Sunday morn

Jump out tha bed fila's on

Thought about the hangover

Kiss the dog called my mom rover

Went into the kitchen Captain Crunch

Turn on the tube the Brady Bunch

Instead of a house they lived in a palace

Jan was fuckin' Mike Mike was fuckin Alice

My little eyes opened up wide

The thing in my pants started to rise

Sat down on the couch to cool and chill

Crack me a forty roll some kill

I was smokin' I was tokin'

My mom said boy you must be jokin'

Threw me outside it was rainin' I was soakin'

That weed so damn provokin'

Yeah! So I crack another forty

Smoke some kill thought to my self my mom got I'll



Yeah



Wait to she get my bill