Gunz N Smoke

Gunz N Smoke - Snoop Dogg/Dr. Dre/50 Cent/Eminem

Lyrics by：C.S. Armstrong/Andre Young/C. Jackson/Marshall Mathers/V. Smith/B. Perry/T Myrie/C. Wallace/H. Osten/A. Green/D. Rogers Sr./A. Wrubel/H. Magidson/N. Myrick/S. Combs

Composed by：C.S. Armstrong/Andre Young/C. Jackson/Marshall Mathers/V. Smith/B. Perry/T Myrie/C. Wallace/H. Osten/A. Green/D. Rogers Sr./A. Wrubel/H. Magidson/N. Myrick/S. Combs

Produced by：Dr. Dre/C.S. Armstrong

Come let me show you the ropes

Chucks come with the LOCs

Drums come with the dope

Guns come with the smoke bang

I just want the paper

I just want the paper

Gun smoke Gun smoke

They say he a big stepper

I'm just sayin' I am not the type to get stepped on

I ain't got a big weapon

Glock 17 with the switch but the clip long

I ain't finna play wit' you

Boy you **** around I'ma have to catch a fade wit' you

Get the blick in broad day wit' you

Have the lil' homies run down while bae wit' you

Gunsmoke gunsmoke

Little man dope party

Got him out the night but the got four bodies

Who want smoke?

Nobody

Goin' once goin' twice don't want to smoke nobody

Tell me what you know 'bout it

Strapped right now how you want go 'bout it?

I'm not the one you lean on

The type you wanna try apply pressure to and scheme on

Pussy dream on

Run run 'til I have to click the beam on

Red dot ya I got ya B-I-G time woo who shot ya?

I dropped ya who popped ya?

**** lit

Soon as I spot ya ooh-wee

Why would you be ******* with me?

Gun smoke gun smoke

Let's take a second here for this moment of violence

You smell it in the air product of my environment

I come from freestylin' over gunshots and sirens

Nothing more gangster than my voice over these violins

Get down lay down it's the wolf of the Dogg Pound yeah

Playground shakedown Autobahn no brakes now

Skinny back pushin' weight now

New Death Row on the plate now

More details please do tell

What's that smell

Gun smoke Gun smoke

**** you would too if you knew

What a young had to do

Rendezvous with a Pac or two

Rock **** up like Mцtley Crьe

In this fight you gotta stick and move

All my life I had to show and prove

Still a with a attitude

If you ain't gangster this is not for you

Yeah bullet holes in the palm trees

Palm trees

Dirty money in the laundry

Laundry

Ten toes in the concrete

Concrete

Know where to find me

Find

I got a long reach this Long Beach but we don't speak

And you saw what happened to the last

That tried to **** with my proceeds

Gun smoke

I remember when I was thirteen

Searchin' for how to get my revenge on the world that hurt me

Thirsty for commas them double entendres

Turned me to an entrepreneur and a monster

Constantly caught in some kind of controversy

Gun smoke Gun smoke

That was my mantra to taunt ya was kinda condescending

But why should I be kind to the kind of people that weren't kind to me

Comin' up?

So like that syrup they canceled

I'ma say "**** you and your momma" then blame my rap persona

Gun smoke Gun smoke

That's the excuse that I used to explain my grammar

Allowing me to just do what I do and not face the ramifications

So I could air my frustrations

But I'll be damned if the same reporter's gonna shove another tape recorder

And camera in my face while I am at the Burger King

Just to grab my lil' baby daughter a hamburger like Shady oughta be amicable

Guess that's the price that you pay for all the glamour the fame and stardom

Like when you're treated just like an animal

Gun smoke Gun smoke

You'll not act like one when you came from bottom

But they gonna make me wanna pull a llama

And make like I'm a mechanical bull

Yeah

**** around and buck these hoes ain't talkin' no luxury clothes

Two nines I tuck see those?

Like Rock & Roll Hall of Famers try and duck deez yo

Hey what the **** you want?

Didn't I just see you yesterday?

**** outta here **** it *****