Paroles:
King S X Cigarettes

Have you gotten any cigarettes And have you got anything for me? I no longer know just what I'm saying Is this how it's supposed to be Sometimes, I think

ain't got no cigarettes Ah but two hours of pushin' broom buys and eight by twelve four-bit room I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road Third

Joint? Nah, I got the joint Yo I got the joint and it's rolled with precision Precisely sliced in the ends, surgical incisions It's like religion, my blunt rollin' routine It's

saving a dying culture from all the philistines And still it seems I'm a have to be the party stopper They say that once you in the zone, then it's hard to stop [x3] [x

{Snoop:} GAME that's my thang and it ain't no rules when you in this game {3X's} Gunblast {gunshots} echo fast and all I seen was loose cash I hit the

-Look! Up in the sky -It's a bird -It's a plane -Hee hee hee hee, naw! It's Sooperman Lover, baby -Daddy, Daddy -Would you please read us a story? -Alright

? Terrible, you don't know what's terrible Terrible, what you know bout terrible? Terrible, you don't know what's terrible... (Buzz) There's the buzzer

born in 1968 and I open the daily news How's the king of new york rocking sandals with jeans? Open toe sandals with choncletas with jeans on How's the king

dead yet But nicotine slaves are all the same - At a pettin' party or a poker game Everythin's gotta stop while you have that cigarette Smoke smoke smoke that cigarette