Smells Like Lean Spirit
(feat. Avatar Darko)
Welcome to the Genesis, it’s like a saga trip
Bitch, your pussy smell like the dirty part of a Vegas street
But we’re Seattle boys that grind, rock that pro jam
Same stuff that the man had was whipping on in Alice in Wonderland
You got me in some random crib, with this no name nimpho
I think she’s trying to find love, must be cold bangs widow
But I been between her legs, call it cocaine lingo
I’m like Fredo and his partner, just a home made kimbo.
Yeah, it smells like lean spirit and I’m home sick
Zone trip, ‘my phone dead, so don’t check shit.
And my old bitch got a boyfriend with a poor guy
Cause I show her the dark side, my pops told me to never lie
Need another upper cause I’m coming down
Like the tears of a soldier, it’s war cry
Close fly like the bullets about my’
And I’m stone wide, doing 85, on a freeway with a blunt tire
And every’ is closed ‘
I’m just zoning out like Nero
Doing 64 and we’re ‘we’re watching both ride.
You’re in a bride, you hook a bitch,
Go ‘ a dime after Brooklyn bridge
Call me, hoe, and I’m probably home
Always’ my style to call
Never stole your’
Bitch, you know I bear arms like Yogi and a tank top
Hook:
I call up on that murder, murder
Smoke on that murder, murder
Grown up in murder, murder
Black out, it’s murder, murder
I call up on that murder, murder
Smoke on that murder, murder
Grown up in murder, murder
Black out, it’s murder, murder
Smells like lean spirit, man
Smells like lean spirit, man
Smells like lean spirit, man
Smells like lean spirit, man
Illuminati taking credit for the pyramids
I ain’t possessed, I guess I’m just mean spirited
Michael Jackson, keep the kid and spend’ away
No logging, but be popping on the Internet.
Cause I’ll be hearing deep flow, riding on the Internet
Looking down I just expect, I should have take a bigger step.
Soldiers off for’
I leave inside a bigger check
I fuck the disrespects, my empty cribs and empty threats.
Cause she’ see if she fowl, I get plenty texts.
Bitch, you’re with that fat guy out calling me your ex.
I got my CD on my bag like I’m out last
I don’t gamble, but I get a lot back last’
Chose a life from the wife like a bad crash
No whip bad shit, I just’
Smart enough to skip grave, but I skip class
Doing like’ then skip bailing bitch ass.
Hook:
I call up on that murder, murder
Smoke on that murder, murder
Grown up in murder, murder
Black out, it’s murder, murder
I call up on that murder, murder
Smoke on that murder, murder
Grown up in murder, murder
Black out, it’s murder, murder
Smells like lean spirit, man
Smells like lean spirit, man
Smells like lean spirit, man
Smells like lean spirit, man
First my city miss no violence, then my city miss it’s silence
But my city still a buyer, legalize the marijuana
Like green horns hairs, trying to look like’
We be balling like Ibacka, babies momma’
First my city miss no violence, then my city miss it’s silence
But my city still a buyer, legalize the marijuana
Like green horns hairs, trying to look like’
We be balling like Ibacka, babies momma’
Damn!