Lirik Lagu Up In Smoke - Cuban Link
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
Yo,.lyrical murda on wax, what!?Still gettin high, puffin' that la,Yeah, Terror Squad, Blunt Records,Check this shit out,Cuban Link.. wha..
Yo, i'm up in smoke,Puffin' cho-co-la-te, ta-te quetoI rock my flow, and knock it out just like Jose CansecoSo take off like Delta, run for sheltaTheres no helper here, you felt of itL be servin niggas like Mr. BelvadereI twist an L, sip a beer here and thereDrink some liquor then pick a stripper that I can rip and tear, yeahCome hear the sounds of a rookie fromt he boogie downUsed to be a shorty but guess whos givin nukkies nowSo clown if you got the heartStart some bullshit, it's your bidA bullet through your skull from my full clipI pull triggas givin niggas hell, like I'm sittin,Fake a move, punk, and i'll run you over like Walter PaytonMakin hits, my cliques, makin moolaLike Don Shula, nothin's coolaThan puffin on a phat blunt from Cu-ba
I smoke more blunts than a little bit,What are you an idiot?The more I smoke,The smaller my phillie getI smoke more blunts than a little bit,What are you an idiot?Wake up in the mornin, got me yearnin for herb!
Start the buddah session,True confessions, spark the cu' up,Cu' be where the supa-fly's, buddahfied,Even in a suit n tie,Cruisin though the 5 boroughs wit live thorough,Niggas that like to smoke they Hydro in front of 5-0,Yo Manolo shoot that piece of chit, Chichi get the yayo,While I pay Frank a visit, but the bisquit to his cuello,Ey yo, this fuckin blunt's got me buggin,I be thuggin it out, like Noreaga playin,You aint sayin nothing, bustin rappers like adreneline,Puttin venom in'em,Put'em on stage, for minimum wage, to graves is where i send'emHem'em up like a party dressTerror Squad is as hard as it getsRippin your heart out your chestSpark the cess, chickenheads stressin the sexWanna jump up in the Lex, twin, when they see me wit the bestTwisted up the dutch, a little Tony's TouchLet'em work the clutch while i lite the bliz upOn a highway wit this big fuckaGettin high like Chris Tucker on Friday, hit it my wayLike Frank Sinatra, lite up at the operaWhen the cops come show the prescription from the doctaI puff cause I got ta'This stuff from the rasta'sGet enough love in the Bronx, from Italians wit all the pastaJohn Blazin, keep the tree's blazinYou think a lil weed gonna fuck with my cordination??
Wha wha..
Haha.. yeah..Blunted for life.. Blunt Records,Triple Seis,Punisher,Fat Ji-Doe,Don Cartigina,Fulla-clips, wha what,Cuban Link'in it,Artie's,.. yeah,Wha wha.. real niggas..Blunted.Yea nigga.. this how we do.
Yo, i'm up in smoke,Puffin' cho-co-la-te, ta-te quetoI rock my flow, and knock it out just like Jose CansecoSo take off like Delta, run for sheltaTheres no helper here, you felt of itL be servin niggas like Mr. BelvadereI twist an L, sip a beer here and thereDrink some liquor then pick a stripper that I can rip and tear, yeahCome hear the sounds of a rookie fromt he boogie downUsed to be a shorty but guess whos givin nukkies nowSo clown if you got the heartStart some bullshit, it's your bidA bullet through your skull from my full clipI pull triggas givin niggas hell, like I'm sittin,Fake a move, punk, and i'll run you over like Walter PaytonMakin hits, my cliques, makin moolaLike Don Shula, nothin's coolaThan puffin on a phat blunt from Cu-ba
I smoke more blunts than a little bit,What are you an idiot?The more I smoke,The smaller my phillie getI smoke more blunts than a little bit,What are you an idiot?Wake up in the mornin, got me yearnin for herb!
Start the buddah session,True confessions, spark the cu' up,Cu' be where the supa-fly's, buddahfied,Even in a suit n tie,Cruisin though the 5 boroughs wit live thorough,Niggas that like to smoke they Hydro in front of 5-0,Yo Manolo shoot that piece of chit, Chichi get the yayo,While I pay Frank a visit, but the bisquit to his cuello,Ey yo, this fuckin blunt's got me buggin,I be thuggin it out, like Noreaga playin,You aint sayin nothing, bustin rappers like adreneline,Puttin venom in'em,Put'em on stage, for minimum wage, to graves is where i send'emHem'em up like a party dressTerror Squad is as hard as it getsRippin your heart out your chestSpark the cess, chickenheads stressin the sexWanna jump up in the Lex, twin, when they see me wit the bestTwisted up the dutch, a little Tony's TouchLet'em work the clutch while i lite the bliz upOn a highway wit this big fuckaGettin high like Chris Tucker on Friday, hit it my wayLike Frank Sinatra, lite up at the operaWhen the cops come show the prescription from the doctaI puff cause I got ta'This stuff from the rasta'sGet enough love in the Bronx, from Italians wit all the pastaJohn Blazin, keep the tree's blazinYou think a lil weed gonna fuck with my cordination??
Wha wha..
Haha.. yeah..Blunted for life.. Blunt Records,Triple Seis,Punisher,Fat Ji-Doe,Don Cartigina,Fulla-clips, wha what,Cuban Link'in it,Artie's,.. yeah,Wha wha.. real niggas..Blunted.Yea nigga.. this how we do.
