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Текст (слова) песни: Call O` Da Wild - Clouds of Smoke

I manifest the `erbs essence
When my life starts stressin me out and I see no way
But I got hope like Bob, in fact I keep tracks
and I packs in stacks for you new jacks
I`m buildin with the gods on some vibin
and now everyday I`m vibin, then I get licked bag of trick to lick the dick
See I know ways around complicated matters
Roll up in the ghetto on the island of Manhatten
See, though my ci-lo maintainin with the dread
Rock the flat top until the [shit] went dead
I`m known for my skills, all my technique`s coast
I wreck rhymes systematic, I`m a turntable addict
But still I put it down to timin to the rap
Representin Harlem, mother[fucker] where you at?
Cos I got a bag and I gotta blunt
If you livin the life of da Call O` Da Wild, mother[fucker] whatcha want?

Chorus (x4):

My head`s in a cloud of smoke
When I choke upon the lye, air-high
(We flow eye-to-eye)

I`m on cloud 9, I keeps about a quarter pound of gunja
Oh I wonder, if I
could have a mega blunt session with my homeys, no question
The neighbourhood goon sewn like I`m from an *?A`s Boon coon?*
Feed the feelin, the [shit] smarter
Hittin up your daughter, slaughter styles
The best way, Chico, me and Mico
That`s my Ese, be gettin lye on a day-to-day
basis, I still find traces of hash in my back sack
Black, a matter o` fact
I need a shotgun, shotgun crush to my head
My eyes are swell, we`re gettin bread, what the hell these?
Smooth stone is the way of the walk
I rather be [fucked] up then outlined in chalk
I stalk the streets of New York like a bandit
I landed a deal with some homeys from the Hill
On the real, I represent Harlem, New York
That small talk, kid I told you that [shit] walk
They`re jealous, you know you can`t [fuck] around fellas
You be sloshin like EPMD (You know I`m housin)

Chorus (x4)

So mellow out and sit back, relax
and listen to a track dedicated to the backs
8 black, wit phatness possessed, yes!
The Shooby-Doo with the E`s puffin the bags that Buddha blessed
I like to utilise my scar mental
That`s my fundamental, so check the dread-headed individual
from the sidewalks, where the basehead walks
and the hos won`t talk unless you`re large in New York
So can it be that I am just a Y-O-G
from the *?P-O-L-O the D-R-E-O-U-N-D?*, baby
Gets crazy, hectic, so check my method

Chorus (x4)

 

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