Smoke-N-Maintain — текст песни (Big Pokey and Chris Ward f H.A.W.K)

(*talking*)
Get your smoke on, maintain
Get your smoke on, maintain
Maintain, get your smoke on, maintain

[Hook]
Smoke and maintain, and maintain
And maintain, and main-taaain

[Big Pokey]
I smoke and maintain, cause it soothes my body
In my big body, cause I`m a big body
No sipping, just hipping like legit
Smoking like a broke pit, gotta keep some`ing lit
Hit the scene clean, with my mask on
On hydro, some niggaz don`t last long
First sweet, got me sleeping in seep
Shoes off, scratching the feet ready to eat
We blowed, swerving in the road
Send `em home perving, early in the commode
Live by the code what, ball till you fall
Smelling like a pound, when I fall in the mall
From the shop, straight mashing on a bop
Simply cologne, `case I run into a cop
Even with smoke, on top of my brain
I stay on my game, cause I smoke and maintain

[Hook - 2x]

[Chris Ward]
You know I roll candy, low-pro vogues and 4`s
Blow dro like a sick kid, blows his nose
Stay riding high, like a roller coaster goes
And when it comes to this rap, I keep a dose of flows
I got this game mapped out, like a poster shows
From East to West I`m one of the best, from coast to coast
Turning corners in the hood still, blazing up good kill
Popping the trunk, and gripping a wood wheel
Smoking on kryptonite, twist it tight
(what`s that boy), chronic leaves mixed with flight
All I need now nigga, is a six and a Sprite
So I can fall and ball, in the mix tonight I`m getting blowed

[Hook - 2x]

[H.A.W.K.]
I smoke and maintain, with two hands on the grain
Bezeltyne piece and chain, ten karat pinky ring
I swang, to the left to the right
With bang, and bubble head lights
Nuts hang, as I blow top flight
Two puffs got me feeling, as high as a kite
That`s right, I can`t cope with that bullshit dope
It`s either hydro or endo, or killer rope
I smoke only the finest, it must be your heiness
As soon as I finish this verse, you will rewind this
I can`t live with piness, is that a plus or a minus
Two puffs from the blunt, it clears my sinus
Puff-puff pass, when I`m in my zone
Watch me smash, when I`m on the microphone
I`m gone (I`m gone), when I`m blown on that doja
I keep`s my composure, or else it`s game over

[Hook - 4x]