[Kastro - Chorus] You gon' croak Suckin' up that smoke Fuckin with them folks You gon' choke Dog trust me It ain't no joke You know a million people die everyday Breathin' in second hand smoke You gon' croak Suckin' up that smoke Fuckin with them folks You gon' choke Dog trust me It ain't no joke Did you know a million people die everyday Breathin' second hand smoke
[Young Noble] I'm like a ball of smoke Blown from a crackpipe Into the hands of the street My.. father to be since the age of 5 Real cold you gotta be just to stay alive We the second hand smoke of a fiend generation Swear we will But they know we won't make it Smoking a ciggarete Breathin' ya last breath Tasting my own death Rest on my home steps And just vision all the karma and all the drama Inherited the pain of a lost father Heavy black raining With no umbrella Life's like a dice game You can throw whatever And it might not be in your favor And now ya worst enemy becomes ya neighbor And that's life Everything happens twice Breathin' second hand smoke from my ancestors' pipes (God help us)
[Kastro - Chorus] Suckin' up that smoke Fuckin with them folks You gon' choke Dog trust me It ain't no joke You know a million people die everyday Breathin' in second hand smoke You gon' croak Suckin' up that smoke Fuckin with them folks You gon' choke Dog trust me It ain't no joke Did you know a million people die everyday Breathin' second hand smoke
[Napoleon] The streets dog gave birth Another nutty baby Plus the son of a ghetto widow might make him crazy On his own since he 16 Turning the block out Sleep in the crack house Making his cash routes Fiendin' on the side This nigga scheming on the side This nigga.... Cream is always on his mind Ain't been the same since he bought that .9 Promised him a life of crime But he ain't been the same since he bought that .9 He was once a child of god But he ain't been the same since he bought that .9 Listen to me closely I'ma tell you how it roast me He's a victim of second hand smoke and choking It's only cause he lonely cause his father ain't home Became a victim of the gunsmoke..... he gone (damn) Second hand smoke
[Kastro - Chorus] Suckin' up that smoke Fuckin with them folks You gon' choke Dog trust me It ain't no joke You know a million people die everyday Breathin' in second hand smoke You gon' croak Suckin' up that smoke Fuckin with them folks You gon' choke Dog trust me It ain't no joke Did you know a million people die everyday Breathin' second hand smoke
[Kastro] I'm all the way real And you could see it in my grill And I can't chill Too much my blood don' spilled I give you the deal Just to see if you can feel I grind for mines I don't cheat and I don't steal I'm about a half a mil from a half a mil And I'd still be this real without a rapper deal And thus.... I fight a truck for a pot of luck And bite dust so my kids don't hurt this much We come a long way Still we got lots to learn We.... toss and turn like a roster burn So I'm concerned Youngster, I'm still amongst ya We grew up in the sewer Raised up in the dumpsters It's like we all suffer for somebody other Born from my daddy to my baby mother All my folks All born with high hopes Crying.... dying from second hand smoke
[Kastro - Chorus] You gon' croak Suckin' up that smoke Fuckin with them folks You gon' choke Dog trust me It ain't no joke Did ou know a million people die everyday Breathin' second hand smoke You gon' croak Suckin' up that smoke Fuckin with them folks You gon' choke Dog trust me It ain't no joke Did you know a million people die everyday Breathin' second hand smokeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
