Chrous:
like the title says"Smokin Drinkin Nuttin but tweakin/
im thinkin-should i keep drinkin while smokin/
but my lungs start chokin- and i forget/
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Man drinkin and smokin-thinkin and chokin/blinkin and hopin/x2
doin drive bys-them live crys-seem funny/its all bout da money/
hustlin kids for a dolla/bustin and jackin da speakers in da Impala/
gettin bout 600 a day/niggas would say:"keep it up"/
but im fed up/only thing up is my dick and sometimes my heads up/
right now im fuckin high-as i write dis/this ain't a lie-as i think as i type dis/
i need some ripe text/some dyke sex/too keep me flowin/
and my confedience growin/but den i hit da blunt and it flys away/
my dreams die asway/cry a day/hit da wheel and peel the steel/
from underneath the curb-eat a herb-to have my violence resume absurd/
anyone says shit-i spit-a clip into there ass likes its a dick/

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you might think this rhyme sucks and i lack skill/
in my own mind this rhyme tucks and im straight ill/
like egg batter ima beat ya-im gettin madder and madder as i defeat ya/
my hate keeps growin-my guns keep showin/
my clips keep popin-my enemys they keep dropin/
ur block gon get "blocked up"-as my glock pops i can say u got "glocked up"/
i put a whole new meanin to "socked up"/i dun wnan get "locked up"/
ur body is "shocked up"/from the extreme-unseen-blows to ya head/
ur shirt is covered in red and it aint paint/
ur eyes start closin and u faint/
i hate dis fuckin beer and liquor-it makes my hate thicker/
dis chronic-and tonic-im still on it/ i can't quit it-someone spit it/
AHHHHH GET OUTTA MUH HEAD

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