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Disturbing tha Peace
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Smokin' Dro
Lyricist:Christopher Bria Bridges, Taheed Epps, Ed Greene, Arbie Wilson
I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's Beat knockin' with the big blaze choppin' nigga I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's Ridin' dirty, candy paint, lookin' purty
See I'm addicted to this fast life, it's hard to slow me down When ya, momma on the crack pipe and ya daddy ain't around You hear the sounds of the wildest gunshots from a large clip When we started choppin' O's off in this empty apartment
See I was, standin' in the track, and my back is the target With a hammer on my side lookin' like I'm layin' carpets See you flip it 'til you get it nigga, we hangin' like this cable On my way, to I-20 nigga I gotta play in Decatur
See I'm ridin' and I'm blowin' on twenty dollar bills 'Cause we, only got that gold; you can't buy regular around here Stayin' true to the prestige and the economic status I still stacked 100 G's stayin' in my momma's attic
Stackin' under Kraft-matics, Willie sleepin' on the cheese See we got ki's and the D's and the P's and TV's And I'm ridin' in C.P. with a glock-40 as my tooley On the block, with the top back, blowin' out that booty up
I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's Beat knockin' with the big blaze choppin' nigga I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's Ridin' dirty, candy paint, lookin' purty
I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's Beat knockin' with the big blaze choppin' nigga I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's Ridin' dirty, candy paint, lookin' purty
You know I-20 ridin' Regal's - cuttin' cutters Since my wood grains got no stains; be in some other shit A big body Chevy on the, chrome lookin' pretty If it's dro, or the sticky I need, I'm hittin' Tity
On my system knock so loud, they call the cops on me Ladies show that ass proud, and make it drop for me This is how a nigga ride, in A.T.L. And if the twelve drop pull me over, I hide the scales
Blowin' dro out the song booth, with windows tinted Ridin' clean down Old Campbellton Road, y'all know who in it Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Got my seat pushed way back, arm out the window Niggaz quick to pull a car-jack, armed when they in [Incomprehensible]
I push a Range and my brother Fate in S.S. Impala Ludacris, with the Escalade, and Tit' quickly follow Gettin ready for the summer get your cars out and fix it When it comes to that ridin' and smoke, look I'm addicted nigga
I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's Beat knockin' with the big blaze choppin' nigga I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's Ridin' dirty, candy paint, lookin' purty
I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's Beat knockin' with the big blaze choppin' nigga I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's Ridin' dirty, candy paint, lookin' purty
Yo, gotta get that monkey off my back, sir I'm smokin' dro and choppin' O's up in my 'llac, sir Where the fuck you at when them little bitty animals attack, sir? I'm in the trap and when I get caught up in a rap-ture relax, sir
It's like cata-racts to me, ac-tually it has to be A fac-tory of smoke and clouds I'm chok-in proud And Rhap-sody, the sack of trees is wrote and now So pot-ent now the track is squeezed
So clap and be happy to be nappy and snappin' Just keep on rappin' but nobody comes af-ter me One hit from the blunt then I stop drop, roll Really really wanna fuck with the glock, glock? No
They so simple better hit that block, slow On yo' mark, get get ready, set, go You could watch this Georgia tech' blow If I don't get some of that wet wet wet wet dro
I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's Beat knockin' with the big blaze choppin' nigga I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's Ridin' dirty, candy paint, lookin' purty
I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's Beat knockin' with the big blaze choppin' nigga I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's Ridin' dirty, candy paint, lookin' purty
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