| BLOWIN' SMOKE |
| R. Lawson, P. Nash, J. Bell, R. Evans, S. Copeland Produced by Prime Minister Pete Nice & Daddy Rich Recorded and Mixed by Adam Gazzola & Rich Keller at Rampant Recording Studios, NY, NY Performed by Pete Nice Contains samples of the following: Jade East by Ramsey Lewis Contact by The Police |
| Verse 1 |
| Got a suicide squeeze on a trigger hit you like a swig of 100 proof hard liquor the Minister gotta fade ya like a record, I'm a play ya like suede Pumas, clides, fat laces on a mayor deliver like a mailman, slide into your crib-o rather have a limo than your bullshit demo things are risin' up like a 40 inch vertical heard you pull wreck, but I run you in a circle flowin' out my voice like a dummy and ventriloquist hookin' up lingo, study like a linguist stickin' rhymes, yeah, I'm movin' like a drifter your rhymes are worn like an old man's slippers used to have a Caesar still edgin' up my goatee headin' down you to go with Rich and get some rope t I'm generous giving bones so you're chokin' I get biz every time I blow smoke and |
| Verse 2 |
| Rip off the head, open up your ears, listen got a fat joint, just peep it while you're sippin' bringin' on beats, keep you movin' till your neck snaps got the greenbacks like skins with the big racks on a hit streak like Joe, Joe DiMaggio take you to the limit every time that I gas a hoe say what you wanna, say the minister's oblivious dropped dead weight, yo, now it's time to get with this rip the micro, torch ya like a pyro toss ya in the trash like a horse meat gyro I won't front, let you know that I'm packin' check up on the wall the gold records that we stackin' you're kinda young like a tight suede jacket ain't a crooked thief but I mess with the racket breakin' down on a break Daddy Rich broke the wax spins round, I blow smoke |
| Verse 3 |
| Blow smoke up your ass like a manager hotel bar butter smooth while I'm havin' ya soundin' kinda crisp like a portable DAT, y'all heads swell settin' up for the big fall hittin' up heads like a barber with the clipper Hip-Hops hip, yo, but I got somethin' hipper swingin' like Magilla, fill a pocket full of currency to be or not to be, not a Shakespeare tragedy handle like Malovich shootin' like a pistol packin' like a cabbie by the name of Travis Bickle blowin' like the Bad Wolf, send you to the cheap seats DJ Daddy Rich, he got the mad beats keep it in the gutter, so you can't be mad at me listenin' to 45s of Cannonball Adderley ain't the dancin' fool, I don't jest, I don't joke I just grip on a steel and blow smoke |