Fun Lovin Criminals - Smoke 'Em lyrics

Smoke 'em, smoke 'em, smoke 'em if ya gottem (2x)

If ya ain't 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 dab'll do ya, maybe even school ya,

I'll rush your end zone like my man Don Shula

you're my four leaf clover even bending over;

I love you like rover; you're my little lawnmower

but, lower, lower, I'm the seed sower

the funky weed grower, the mad rap thrower.

See, I'm a man's man; do you understand?

What I'm giving ain't cocked in the palm of my hand.

So take the nasty plunge plaid not grunge.

I know it's really hard when you love someone. You always

stood by me like Spanky did Stymiey and if anybody messes I'll

bust'em 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 ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottem (3x)

Smoke 'em if ya gottem (2x)

If ya ain't 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

I'll break into your house and I'll smell your bed.

Smoke 'em, smoke 'em, smoke 'em if ya gottem (3x)

If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottem (3x)

Smoke 'em, smoke 'em, smoke 'em if ya gottem (2x)

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