Текст (слова) песни: Fun Lovin Criminals - Smoke `em
Hey muneka, I think I wanna take ya back to the lab, with my gift of gab and a little dab`ll do ya, maybe even school ya, I`ll rush your end zone like my man Don Shula you`re my four leaf clover even bending over; I love you like rover; I`m your little lawnmower but, lower, lower, I`m the seed sower the 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 always stood by me like Spanky did Stymiey and if anybody messes I`ll bust`em in the eye. And check that ass like Phil Esposito the 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` science pocket full of blunts and a full carry license never walking streets, lookin` past my shouler acting kinda bolder since my dog got older; I walked the walk and I aced the test when I put the pressure on all your tendencies manifest I`m a half spick peckerwood talkin` to the dead I`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.
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