Songtext Smoke 'em Fun Lovin' Criminals

Smoke 'em

Smoke em, smoke em, smoke em if ya gottem (2x)
If ya aint gottem then ya hit rock bottem (3x)

Hey muneka, I think I wanna take ya
Back to the lab, with my gift of gab
And a little dabll do ya, maybe even school ya,
Ill rush your end zone like my man don shula
Youre my four leaf clover even bending over;
I love you like rover; youre my little lawnmower
But, lower, lower, Im the seed sower
The funky weed grower, the mad rap thrower.
See, Im a mans man; do you understand?
What Im giving aint cocked in the palm of my hand.
So take the nasty plunge plaid not grunge.
I know its really hard when you love someone. you always
Stood by me like spanky did stymiey and if anybody messes ill
Bustem in the eye. and check that ass like phil esposito
The guido, u.p.s. next day back to toledo.

Smoke em, smoke em, smoke em if ya gottem (2x)
If ya aint gottem then ya hit rock bottem (3x)
Smoke em if ya gottem (2x)
If ya aint gottem, well, well

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
Half spick peckerwood talkin to the dead
Ill break into your house and Ill smell your bed.

Smoke em, smoke em, smoke em if ya gottem (3x)
If ya aint gottem then ya hit rock bottem (3x)
Smoke em, smoke em, smoke em if ya gottem (2x)
(2x)