Saint Psykotic - Want Smoke Lyrics

Nowadays I move different, you wouldn't know if I move a pack
Niggas be telling they business, you got the traits of a sewer rat
They shot up my partner's Impala like they didn't think we'd be shooting back
Niggas jumped me few years ago came up missing and I ain't have nothing to do with that
I just put gold on my teeth
Then I just roll up a leaf
I don't believe in belief
I ain't got no time for no beef
Niggas would call the police
We handle shit in the street
If you ever cross me
Bitch I want you to stay free
Lap dance from my b**** while I grips on a pistol and smokes on a blunt
The way I fight for my people and with my people you would think this conscious s*** a front
All my niggas 'bout that action but they ain't with the set tripping
All of my homies was Bloods, all of my family was Cripping
Scales and choppers, baggies and bullets, empty bottles and bandanas
Real niggas stay down, shout to K. Doolin and Santiago Santana
I'm a God but they calling us thug niggas
Yeah we calm down a little but we was hitters
A nigga was not trying to make his buzz bigger
I was out here selling guns to the drug dealers

Roll up a O and blow
But I want smoke
You a hoe, I'm trained to go
I want smoke
It happened a long time ago but you already know
I want smoke
Tried to flex on me when I was broke, ego stroke
I want smoke
I want smoke
Yeah yeah I want smoke
Yeah yeah I want smoke
Yeah yeah I want smoke
I want smoke
I want smoke

Hoping that one of these racists
Wanna come and try a nigga patience
It's like I got OCD, 'cus I be putting they ass in they places
It's broken bones, swollen faces
Gun charges, assault cases
Whether consumer or corporation we blaze 'em
You waiting for changes
We don't believe in politicians
Them m************ make mob decisions
Complete the mission, leave with no description
Night vision and clip extensions
We already had a gang truce
Make a nigga wonder what's the use
I'll knock a nigga shit loose
I dealt with a lot of abuse
Now I ain't taking no more
I'll put a body on the floor
Know I wanna even the score
And shoot 'til my hands get sore
Saint Psyke, know a nigga crazy
Circa '88, crack hit in the 80's
Don't think 'cus I wanna save the babies
That I'ma let a m*****f***** play me
It ain't enough clothes for the blood to soak
Get poisoned, get shot or get poked
You think this s*** is a joke
I'm serious as a stroke
Don't concealed carry, we tote
We selling bricks not coke
My nigga Damu and I'm Loc
Cop f*** with him and we both want smoke

Roll up a O and blow
But I want smoke
You a hoe, I'm trained to go
I want smoke
It happened a long time ago but you already know
I want smoke
Tried to flex on me when I was broke, ego stroke
I want smoke
I want smoke
Yeah yeah I want smoke
Yeah yeah I want smoke
Yeah yeah I want smoke
I want smoke
I want smoke