| 歌曲 | Smoke - Explicit Version |
| 歌手 | Nature |
| 专辑 | For All Seasons |
| Peep the reprucussions | |
| Causing deep discussions | |
| Brothers that fight might only speak to cousins | |
| Rugged life but niggas in my fleet is stubborn | |
| Grandma's they turn to stella's when they need some loving | |
| My name holds weight, bigger than a saint bernard | |
| Some think because its rap that it aint a job | |
| Think again, i try to sepearate my do's from don'ts | |
| Niggas be slittin they wrist, losing they hoes | |
| Some dudes be confused when they broke | |
| Misrabale, looking death in the eye dont blink quick to smile | |
| My hoodrats be women now, ?? lot | |
| Yall'a always be my bitches lonely or not | |
| How much ass can i pass up? tilt your glass up | |
| This one's for the kids in arkansas that shot they class up | |
| When i smoke i like my hash crushed beleive it or not | |
| Q-b forever niggas keeping it locked | |
| Smoking cheeba | |
| Some supply it some'll grow it | |
| Reefer | |
| Some'll buy it some'll roll it | |
| The chronic | |
| If you try'd it then you know it | |
| The toxic | |
| I'm getting high when i roll it | |
| You know i wanna hit the chocolate | |
| Some brothers love to see them clouds | |
| The hydro | |
| Some brothers love to get aroused | |
| The la-la | |
| In some paper or a dutch | |
| The ganja | |
| I cant wait to get a rush | |
| Marijuana | |
| I play cards with ray charles | |
| Cheat for a grand | |
| Once i deal out the deck take a peak at his hand | |
| He got blackjacks but still losing is ?{weak | |
| I write a hook and feel my beat | |
| Trayino, mike g should read his feet}? | |
| Play these niggas | |
| Now in 98 no time to graze niggas | |
| Cause they might tell | |
| White judges, like the icegrill | |
| Hoes set you up-the same way that pac and mike fell | |
| Private affairs if i know your wife well | |
| Switch to different subjects | |
| Some of the styles that i hit you up with | |
| I make it hard for you to kick your tough shit | |
| Major adjustments | |
| I package a flame for all you bustas | |
| Wrapped up put on a shelf full of substance | |
| I drug clicks, anti-biotic, rarely spotted | |
| Niggas hear my name periodic | |
| I feel we got it king of new york | |
| Only the real'll cop it | |
| Chorus | |
| I been all across the world on my quest for some herb | |
| Spots be selling dirt keep the federal resevere | |
| Smoking in bongs, niggas know that its 'dro in the bronx | |
| I like that stinky green shit that be growing in swamps | |
| Half-baked puff, puff, then you pass it to me | |
| Good weed'll make you eat the last shit on your plate | |
| Forget your songs seperate stix from stones | |
| If your chronic come with stix leave that shit alone | |
| Reapeat chorus 2x |
| Peep the reprucussions | |
| Causing deep discussions | |
| Brothers that fight might only speak to cousins | |
| Rugged life but niggas in my fleet is stubborn | |
| Grandma' s they turn to stella' s when they need some loving | |
| My name holds weight, bigger than a saint bernard | |
| Some think because its rap that it aint a job | |
| Think again, i try to sepearate my do' s from don' ts | |
| Niggas be slittin they wrist, losing they hoes | |
| Some dudes be confused when they broke | |
| Misrabale, looking death in the eye dont blink quick to smile | |
| My hoodrats be women now, ?? lot | |
| Yall' a always be my bitches lonely or not | |
| How much ass can i pass up? tilt your glass up | |
| This one' s for the kids in arkansas that shot they class up | |
| When i smoke i like my hash crushed beleive it or not | |
| Qb forever niggas keeping it locked | |
| Smoking cheeba | |
| Some supply it some' ll grow it | |
| Reefer | |
| Some' ll buy it some' ll roll it | |
| The chronic | |
| If you try' d it then you know it | |
| The toxic | |
| I' m getting high when i roll it | |
| You know i wanna hit the chocolate | |
| Some brothers love to see them clouds | |
| The hydro | |
| Some brothers love to get aroused | |
| The lala | |
| In some paper or a dutch | |
| The ganja | |
| I cant wait to get a rush | |
| Marijuana | |
| I play cards with ray charles | |
| Cheat for a grand | |
| Once i deal out the deck take a peak at his hand | |
| He got blackjacks but still losing is ? weak | |
| I write a hook and feel my beat | |
| Trayino, mike g should read his feet? | |
| Play these niggas | |
| Now in 98 no time to graze niggas | |
| Cause they might tell | |
| White judges, like the icegrill | |
| Hoes set you upthe same way that pac and mike fell | |
| Private affairs if i know your wife well | |
| Switch to different subjects | |
| Some of the styles that i hit you up with | |
| I make it hard for you to kick your tough shit | |
| Major adjustments | |
| I package a flame for all you bustas | |
| Wrapped up put on a shelf full of substance | |
| I drug clicks, antibiotic, rarely spotted | |
| Niggas hear my name periodic | |
| I feel we got it king of new york | |
| Only the real' ll cop it | |
| Chorus | |
| I been all across the world on my quest for some herb | |
| Spots be selling dirt keep the federal resevere | |
| Smoking in bongs, niggas know that its ' dro in the bronx | |
| I like that stinky green shit that be growing in swamps | |
| Halfbaked puff, puff, then you pass it to me | |
| Good weed' ll make you eat the last shit on your plate | |
| Forget your songs seperate stix from stones | |
| If your chronic come with stix leave that shit alone | |
| Reapeat chorus 2x |