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Smokin’ Me Out
Ron isley-
If you wanna be with me, yeah, let me hear you say warren g, warren g
If you wanna be with me, well well well, let me hear you say warren g,
Warren g

Warren g-
Smokin me out to the finish, I thought you knew,
I thought they knew, who was up in this,
Ron isley, i’s be warren g,
Baby said would ya please come roll deep,
Chocolate thai, I said i,
Got the hennessey chaser, skirt you look fly
Peepin them lips, hittin two finger sips,
On the 710 freeway, I straight dips
Wit a fat one rolled up to puff
I’m ready to hit it and I won’t quit it until I get enough
Tokin nothing but the bomb thats without no doubt,
As she twist up another split she’s straight smokin me out

(chorus) ron isley-
She’s smokin me out, smokin me out
Smokin me out, smokin me out,
Oh she’s smokin me out with the homey’s love

Warren g-
I slinkin while I’m thinkin just how good it is,
To do it how we do it in the hood I live,
Passin homies on the block, gettin major respect,
And by then y’all the hen dog is taken effect,
Never panic hit atlantic then I banked to right
Pulled straight nellin b’s order steak and rice,
With the gravy, baby gets the shrimps and fries,
I’m diggin on her figure as I glimpse her thighs,
She’s satisfied, I left the tip and dipped to get back
To twist another zag and to grab a six pack,
She went back, so we proceed to parlay,
Everything is lovely and we doin it always

(chorus) x2

This ain’t no love ballad,
But see baby I gots to have it,
When I see that bomb I grab it, cuz it’s a habit,
So don’t come with that toe down stretch,
I ain’t stressin, long beach baby keep smokin me out, she learned a lesson,
Floatin high as a kite as I chill and lay low,
Bumpin time is collected, sunday nights on the radio
Oh, I forgot, how lit I was, crazy glued to the seat
Dog said she need,
So conversation ain’t needed,
When she know that I’m weeded,
Headin to the hotel to regulate it and beat it
I exhaled, I seen a cloud of smoke,
I banged it to the boogie by my head and got locced

(chorus) x6