The Dove Shack - Smoke Out Lyrics

[Featuring Montell Jordan]

2 Scoops-

High life

Nigga I thought you knew

So roll up the bud and don't forget about the brew

We havin a smoke out in the back of the MC

But lets do this kinda fast

Hit that muthaf*cka bout two times and pass it

To the left hand side

On top of the clouds lookin over the mad ass Eastside

Which is home, to this Dove Shack

And buddha pack, and doja sack, and the cloudy cat, I'm mackin

And we rollin through the hood with the humps and the rumps

Japanese eyes, describes the effects of the blunt

They rollin sack after sack its gettin ridiculous

I'm twisted so much, my name should be licorice

Ticklish describes the senses

Mind's on blank, so f*ck the reminiscese about the past

Ship that shit to the front

Paraphenilia, stand here from zig zags to buddha pipes to blunts

Chumps, ain't allowed in the ride

Sometimes proper bitches gotta wait outside

A white tint, and imprinted from the indo

AC, is blowin on my way to the studio

You ain't gotta be no thug, to love

That upliftin feelin connected to the bud

That you can purchase in these wild city streets

But if you got somethin on it, join the smoke out in my backseat

(Chorus)

They havin a smoke out in my backseat

Yo nigga pass the bud like we used to do

They havin a smoke out in my backseat

I don't mind if I take a toke or two

They havin a smoke out in my backseat

Yo nigga pass the bud like we used to do

They havin a smoke out in my backseat

Pass it on, pass it on

See Knight-

Yeah, pass it to me see

Suck one, suck two, now I'm feelin high as you

So roll up the windows tight

Because I might roll up a whole half

I want the contact from the dove shack

Oh I haven't told ya, no need for the zig zags

Pass me the blunt and split it

Hit it now admit it

You as high as f*ck

Your eyes are closin up

Now tell me what's up, is it the bomb

As the atmosphere swells up with smoke

And remember, two hits and pass

And I'm watchin yo ass

So you won't take more than you supposed to

Headin to Cerritos

To get the blunt that's crunchy like Doritos

Speakin of Doritos

I supposed to stop at 19 store in and out

And here we go, down Atlantic don't panic

I know the doja got you tweakin in the back seat

So meet me half way across the seat

And pass it back to me

And light up another one be -L-O-you-N-T fool

(Chorus)

They havin a smoke out in my backseat

Yo nigga pass the bud like we used to do

They havin a smoke out in my backseat

I don't mind if I take a toke or two

They havin a smoke out in my backseat

Yo nigga pass the bud like we used to do

They havin a smoke out in my backseat

Pass it on, pass it on

Bo Roc-

Okay, who got the Zig Zags aka rollin papers

Twisted on these, twisted enough gain on enough caper

For some ends and some skills whichever comes first

Or better yet get smoked out until my lungs burst

With the flowed up AC low chronic flowin

Summertime in the LBC through the 12th a blowin

I got that bud (what?)

I give them love (what?)

The fat ass dove (yeah)

You thought that cool (oooh)

The fattest doja dimes one has eva seen

And nigga sucks for all you broke ass indo fiends

In them 50-packs for them nasty ass blunts

I do smoke grass but I don't smoke no ones tree stump

So pass me the white pack, the orange or even blue

Matter a fact them newspapers over there will do

And as we slide, four deep to the Eastside

A clouds of smoke fill the inside of my ride why

(Chorus)

They havin a smoke out in my backseat

Yo nigga pass the bud like we used to do

They havin a smoke out in my backseat

I don't mind if I take a toke or two

They havin a smoke out in my backseat

Yo nigga pass the bud like we used to do

They havin a smoke out in my backseat

Pass it on, pass it on

Montell Jordan-

Yo nigga pass the bud like we used to do

I don't mind if I take a toke or two

Yo nigga the bud like we used to do

Yo pass it on, pass it on

Got just brought it out

Got just twist it out

With that lighter

Back in the old days

We gotta pass the bud like we used to do