Big Smoke Lyrics

I can drive as well as CJ, man, I'm tellin' you

Hey, homie, what's up

Hey, what you sayin' about me, fool?

What's up, man?

I'm sayin' that the East Coast made you drive like an idiot, Fool !

Bullshit

Man, why don't you take it easy.

G-R-E-Y-G-O-D-S

Yes, that is the clique-ah

Grey 'till the day I die, bitch, I be that Christian resister

Blood spiller, cup filler

Come hither, meet the sharp side of my knife

Become the blood dripper

Cunt splitter, blunt ripper

Never front, bitch-ah

Unleash the fucking clip-ah

Pistol gripper, bitch dipper

The devil motivate me, bitch, I see him every day up in the mirror

211, 187, break yourself or go to heaven

Step into the depths of Hell, the devil is the lovely reverend

Triple six up in my veins, $uicide lays in my vision

Burning down the graceful church, and cursin' all of Mary's children

Rose up from the burnin' flames now look me straight into my eyes

Fucking with the G*59? I promise this is your demise

Head inside unleash my bodies hanging from a tree

Fucking with the devil's son, I be the Hellish entity

Run my fade, mane, what it do?

$licky creepin' in the night, lurking close to you

I know you hear my axe scrapin' as I tread the ground

Start to lockin' up your doors when I roam the town

Keepin' a couple pills up in my system

Pullin' up, screaming, "who gon' be my victim?"

Shoot the red bone, as I light up the torch

Blood on my Chevy all from this foe

Could've been you, but I quick-scoped

Wondering, "hoe, who the fuck you?"

Just a lil' bitch who gon' fuck up my mood