Lirik Lagu Smokin' - Nas
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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.
Bis-Mi-Allah A-Rahman A-Rahim(To the Gods.. to the Gods.. to the Earths)Pass that shit homey
[Intro/Chorus]Now tell me what y'all smokinWhat kinda heat y'll holdinWell is your creep move potentI got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'monWe bi-coastin, keepin our po-ckets bulginWe got the plan in motionI got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon
[Verse One]Zoom, from outer space he comesBlunt in his mouth with his hand on his gunBitches flappin they gums, do he be clappin and shootin guysActor or a movie star, rapper revolutionizedWhat is his race nation or creed?Is he arabic, black, latin, asian they readMagazines say I walked on water, talked to the heavensSpit at judges, stepped on peasantsBut in reality, I just entered your galaxySeptember '73, up in these wild streetsFuckin these wild freaks, a harem of hoes (God damn)And my mystique got 'em tearin my clothes
[Chorus]
[Verse Two]My nigga smoke with one lungIf he cough he might die, passin me treesThe liquor bottle's almost emptyWe about to collide, with the enemyOnly way you die if it's meant to beYou fuckin with a generalNo discussion is the principle we bustin it's the end of youNow we knockin on your mama doorLike we cam to fix the sink; my kind of warDeath, angels comin for youSpirit horse runnin from your body like Young Guns 1 and 2Paramedics fightin for you, who's gon' win?The hands of time, or the hands of medicineDon't cry, witness your fate, this is your wakeWalk by your casket, spit in your faceEnter the fog dog, the light is your guideAnd when you're gone all your niggaz gon' light it with Nas
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]Pardon but I gotta question of life nowLook at the nigga next to you right nowIs he real, fake or scaredDo it like this niggaz right hands in
[Intro/Chorus]Now tell me what y'all smokinWhat kinda heat y'll holdinWell is your creep move potentI got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'monWe bi-coastin, keepin our po-ckets bulginWe got the plan in motionI got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon
[Verse One]Zoom, from outer space he comesBlunt in his mouth with his hand on his gunBitches flappin they gums, do he be clappin and shootin guysActor or a movie star, rapper revolutionizedWhat is his race nation or creed?Is he arabic, black, latin, asian they readMagazines say I walked on water, talked to the heavensSpit at judges, stepped on peasantsBut in reality, I just entered your galaxySeptember '73, up in these wild streetsFuckin these wild freaks, a harem of hoes (God damn)And my mystique got 'em tearin my clothes
[Chorus]
[Verse Two]My nigga smoke with one lungIf he cough he might die, passin me treesThe liquor bottle's almost emptyWe about to collide, with the enemyOnly way you die if it's meant to beYou fuckin with a generalNo discussion is the principle we bustin it's the end of youNow we knockin on your mama doorLike we cam to fix the sink; my kind of warDeath, angels comin for youSpirit horse runnin from your body like Young Guns 1 and 2Paramedics fightin for you, who's gon' win?The hands of time, or the hands of medicineDon't cry, witness your fate, this is your wakeWalk by your casket, spit in your faceEnter the fog dog, the light is your guideAnd when you're gone all your niggaz gon' light it with Nas
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]Pardon but I gotta question of life nowLook at the nigga next to you right nowIs he real, fake or scaredDo it like this niggaz right hands in
