Get Smoked Lyrics - Lil Mouse

Intro: '09 We Tote, My Ni**as ain't no joke. 

And We keep them blows, so please don't get smoked, 

Fuck around with them fuck around, and you fuck around and get smoked. Fuck around with them fuck arounds and you fuck around and get smoked. 

(Lil Wayne) 

Im Rollin, All my Ni**as Rollin. 

Keep that fuckin' red bandana, Holk Hogan. 

Im cuttin' up like scissors, Comin' down hard like Blizzards, 

Im getting head while giving head, Thats a head on Collision. 

Im all up on pill, I keep this shit Trill, 

These Niggas aint forreal,...Like a Fire Drill. 

Yo Hoe on my back like a fuckin' Feel fleel. 

That bitch make her pu**y open and close like fish gills, 

I Put all my niggas on, But some of them niggas gone, 

Them niggas callin my phone. Leave me alone. 

Im lightin up that strong, then pass it to my bro. 

Numbers dont lie. Except 5-0. 

Different color trucks for shirts, You ni**as pull down your skirts, 

If i die off these purps, But a bad bitch in my hearse. 

My hoes lift up their skirts, Im high as captain kirk, If we run out of work, 

We Rob.Like Burke 

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(Chorus) 

'09 We Tote, My Ni**as ain't no joke. 

And We keep them blows, so please don't get smoked, 

Fuck around with them fuck around, and you fuck around and get smoked. Fuck around with them fuck arounds and you fuck around and get smoked. [[x2]] 

[Verse 2 - Lil Mouse] 

Corlay RIP him, Darnell RIP him 

If you disrespect them, then you gone meet them 

My niggas rollin for seetah, that bitch going, she a eater 

She was a good girl, I turned her to a eater 

his squad move burbons, yea nigga on feedback 

.30 clip and them hollow tips make him do the running man 

Go for them, fuck man; I'm rolling with my hitters 

I'll send my hitters out to go get you 

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Hella bands, hella bands, hit the club throwing hella bands 

Heavy load, throwing hella bands, in the club doing the money dance 

Hella bands, hella bands, hit the club throwing hella bands 

Heavy load, throwing hella bands, in the club doing the money dance 

Niggas talking shit in the club, he better watch his self 

Melly got the .30 on his hip, he gone need some help 

I'm a gangster, nigga, and I could do this shit my fucking self 

Pistol to his melon; it ain't gone be nothing left 

[Hook x2 - Lil Mouse] 

09, we tote - my niggas ain't no joke 

And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked 

Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked 

Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked 

[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne] 

Runnin' up with my gangstas, runnin' up in this yella hoes 

Everybody wanna fuck my bitch 

Her pussy lips like heaven doors 

It's pussy money and kush 

Skateboards and shroom 

These niggas think they the shit 

These niggas perfume 

Highly grove, so highly grove 

On my road so highly grove 

I'm sick with it, I've been diagnosed 

We don't cut the coke, that's diet coke 

These niggas broke, I'm paid in full 

Blood game, Redbull 

My tongue like a serve board 

Her pussy like a way pool 

[Hook x2 - Lil Mouse] 

09, we tote - my niggas ain't no joke 

And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked 

Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked 

Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked