Smoke 'em Songtext

Hey muneka, I think I wanna take yaback to the lab, with my gift of gaband a little dab'll do ya, maybe even school ya,I'll rush your end zone like my man Don Shulayou're my four leaf clover even bending over;I love you like rover; I'm your little lawnmowerbut, lower, lower, I'm the seed sowerthe funky weed grower, the mad rap thrower.See, I'm a man's man; do you understand?What I'm giving ain't cocked in the palm of my hand.So take the nasty plunge plaid not grunge.I know it's really hard when you love someone. You alwaysstood by me like Spanky did Stymiey and if anybody messes I'llbust'em in the eye. And check that ass like Phil Espositothe guido, U.P.S. next day back to Toledo.Smoke 'em if ya gottem, if ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottom.Me and my Les Paul is out droppin' sciencepocket full of blunts and a full carry licensenever walking streets, lookin' past my shouler acting kinda boldersince my dog got older; I walked the walk and I aced the testwhen I put the pressure on all your tendencies manifestI'm a half spick peckerwood talkin' to the deadI'll break into your house and I'll smell your bed.Smoke 'em if ya gottem, if ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottom.