"Second Hand Smoke" lyrics
The Game & DJ Drama Lyrics
For those listening
When it comes to DJs, I'm the blueprint
I've showed you how to create a dynasty
For God's sakes, I gave you Tha Streets Iz Watchin
What's more American than Gangsta Grillz?
I guess you could call this the credits roll of Black Album
You get me? (Gangsta Grillz)
Now if Puff got Pac killed in that condemned Biggie
Why would a nigga step foot inside the city?
And I can't be mad at 50 for making a documentary when I made The Documentary
See how life has a symmetry
And cemeteries have energy that be fucking with my inner peace
'Cause one day everybody turns to ashes in that centerpiece
Especially if you in the streets wrestling with this industry
Like Pastor Mason learned, this shit'll pull you out your ministry
Let them niggas pour the wool over your eyes for infinity
I'm the one that clears your vision, therefore I am not the enemy
Unless you catch me off the Hennessy and your moves is kinda finicky
I will showcase my skill set to its maximum ability
And I ain't practicing humility in no maximum facility
Open a cell to live in hell and hope it match with my agility
And all that hostility never ends with y'all killing me
Black Beetle, I can't just let you John Lennon me
Crips and Bloods, that's if you're still living
Get on down to this Mike & Keys rhythm
Crips and Bloods, that's if you're still living
Get on down, do these burpees like it's prison
Crips and Bloods, that's if you're still living
Get on down, get on down
Mike & Keys sound so soulful
Game, talk to 'em!
My OG told me, gang bangin' like second hand smoke
And if the clock got a second hand, the second hand broke
Type of shit I never recommend, it's weapons and dope
You either turn the records in or let that EFN go
You gotta lit this shit to love this shit
Watch who you thuggin' and who you brothers with
Watch who you slide up undercovers with
It could be government or undercover shit
With intentions to break the covenant
I'm on some other shit
Han Solo, red polo, Death Row chain in the low low screamin' out yolo
No body wins when the family feuds, it's four four fours
Cannon smoke like Palo Santo and that go for both coasts
Even Toronto in my poncho when I'm skiing no slopes
Niggas become Alonso whenever they lose they mojo
First person shooter catch it on a GoPro
Go loco on niggas with motors, watch you die in slow-mo, uh
Crips and Bloods, that's if you're still living
Get on down to this Mike & Keys rhythm
Crips and Bloods, that's if you're still living
Get on down, do these burpees like it's prison
Crips and Bloods, that's if you're still living
Get on down, get on down (Gangsta Grillz)
Game and Drama took too long to happen
So we had to double up on you niggas!
When it comes to DJs, I'm the blueprint
I've showed you how to create a dynasty
For God's sakes, I gave you Tha Streets Iz Watchin
What's more American than Gangsta Grillz?
I guess you could call this the credits roll of Black Album
You get me? (Gangsta Grillz)
Now if Puff got Pac killed in that condemned Biggie
Why would a nigga step foot inside the city?
And I can't be mad at 50 for making a documentary when I made The Documentary
See how life has a symmetry
And cemeteries have energy that be fucking with my inner peace
'Cause one day everybody turns to ashes in that centerpiece
Especially if you in the streets wrestling with this industry
Like Pastor Mason learned, this shit'll pull you out your ministry
Let them niggas pour the wool over your eyes for infinity
I'm the one that clears your vision, therefore I am not the enemy
Unless you catch me off the Hennessy and your moves is kinda finicky
I will showcase my skill set to its maximum ability
And I ain't practicing humility in no maximum facility
Open a cell to live in hell and hope it match with my agility
And all that hostility never ends with y'all killing me
Black Beetle, I can't just let you John Lennon me
Crips and Bloods, that's if you're still living
Get on down to this Mike & Keys rhythm
Crips and Bloods, that's if you're still living
Get on down, do these burpees like it's prison
Crips and Bloods, that's if you're still living
Get on down, get on down
Mike & Keys sound so soulful
Game, talk to 'em!
My OG told me, gang bangin' like second hand smoke
And if the clock got a second hand, the second hand broke
Type of shit I never recommend, it's weapons and dope
You either turn the records in or let that EFN go
You gotta lit this shit to love this shit
Watch who you thuggin' and who you brothers with
Watch who you slide up undercovers with
It could be government or undercover shit
With intentions to break the covenant
I'm on some other shit
Han Solo, red polo, Death Row chain in the low low screamin' out yolo
No body wins when the family feuds, it's four four fours
Cannon smoke like Palo Santo and that go for both coasts
Even Toronto in my poncho when I'm skiing no slopes
Niggas become Alonso whenever they lose they mojo
First person shooter catch it on a GoPro
Go loco on niggas with motors, watch you die in slow-mo, uh
Crips and Bloods, that's if you're still living
Get on down to this Mike & Keys rhythm
Crips and Bloods, that's if you're still living
Get on down, do these burpees like it's prison
Crips and Bloods, that's if you're still living
Get on down, get on down (Gangsta Grillz)
Game and Drama took too long to happen
So we had to double up on you niggas!
