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Aint No Music - Smoke Up Lyrics

Smoke Up Lyrics[Intro]
The music (the music, the music)
La move (la move, la move)

[Verse: Meech]
I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout no pills when I say let’s get our roll on
Break it down, twist it up, it’s time to get our smoke on
Exotic weed I smoke, numb the pain like oxycodone
Now I’m high like UFO’s finna leave this ozone
No longer can I prolong hit da bong to get my tote on
Extendo-cigarillo’s got me movin’ like a slow song
If you ain’t tryna match, I guess I’ll smoke it by my lonely
But if you bring your own, then you’s a true homie
Got the muchies, grab a pizza, pineapple, pepperoni
Pizza Hut or Domino’s, or it can be from Tony’s
Mouth dry, eyes low, off da runtz and hydro
Smoking out in public right in front of five-o
Smoking by da pound cause that’s just how we get down
So if you can’t hang, don’t even come around
Cause today we finna blow, like we never blew before
So hit da blunt and pass it round, happy 4-2-0

[Verse: Cole McLaren]
My name is Cole McLaren, sirens get the blarin’
My ego starts flaring, I’m calm keep on playin’
These haters salty himalayan, stay out my way Karen
My heart keeps on tearin’, worn out I keep wearin’
I got pocket full of rollies, a pocket full of blunts
A pocket full of homegrown, I’m stepping on these chumps
They try to get my love, I’m always on the move
Don’t stop while I’m ahead, no fucking up my groove
I really be that dude, my bitches always nude
I’m coming with the crew, I’m sharp like a tooth
She always acting new, just try to play a cool
Depressed like I’m blue, I’m going to the moon
Dopest in the room, meant to break the rules
Tired of these fools, these hoes act like tools
Zilla this my doom, I’m going up the walls
I tumble then I fall, I get up then I ball b-b-ball yeah
Ball b-b-ball yeah, ball b-b-ball yeah