Letra de 'Smooth Shit' de Witchdoctor

f/ Khujo, T-Mo

Uh, the Witchdoctor on some smooth shit

Yeah, Witchdoctor, straight up on some smooth shit

Ha, yeah, straight up on some smooth shit, check it out

[Witchdoctor]

You got my life on the edge

I wanna see my whole crew alive, not dead

Paper money in hundred and Gs

A lifestyle of luxury

Fuck a pimp, it's about a player

When you handling your business on this SWATs Himalayas

Bankhead, daylife, weekdays, dice shooters

And these young female barracudas

Flipping money is a job itself

When you gotta get funds in something by somebody else

Now you gotta make deals back first

When you copped you some worth off this planet earth

That's why I'm huffing, busting, cause ain't no loving

In these streets, don't give a nigga too much of nothing

I serve to survive, Team got it on his arm

I watch these dealers move on

Ain't that the bomb that goes boom

The shit that these Js get high with in a room

I consume the whole planet with one swallow

I swear, I'm trying to stretch twenty dollars out here

I got snapping, a whole bunch of niggas trapping

Let God be the judge, react quick

Here comes a slug from a nigga out Atlanta

You shot an innocent bystander

How frail we are in the face of nature

Hurricane Erin coming, feeling safer?

Straight up on some smooth shit

[Chorus]

Ahhh. Let the sun shine in

[T-Mo]

Not often, but when I do

You might see another side come through

For those that try to fit legit ways of living

Into a lifestyle that's quick but steady

Up off the streets and ready to compete with house niggas

The bigger they work against the turf, man

Gotta do my dirt even though it hurts

It's being done, grants are being flipped

Homeboys are getting dropped

Serving to survive this thing, I'm in to win

Pulling up folks that's been down since day one

Son, you better back up off of these, nigga, please

While see, I'm killing mentalities of crackers

Thinking all niggas stupid

Just don't conform to their ways of getting paid

Minimum wage, bitch made hoe type

Thinking it's all about they hype, I still rock the mic

Straight up on some smooth shit

Straight up on some motherfucking smooth shit

[Chorus]

[Khujo]

Biscuit head beanie, eenie meenie miney mo

It's fifteen of you off in here

Pledged myself, I'm coming back you ain't

Strap up because in most incidents

The passengers don't survive

Like really, drive safely cause ain't no love

Only lust laying around these capillaries

Looking perhaps in a vein collapsed

Pop caught one in the lungs, lifelines

Is barely hanging from the previous banging

Snooze I lose like Bubba

Them proper South rules, cutting off heads

And making them look for they socks and shoes

JJ wet �em up, I'm still dripping chrome

Can't see the forest for the trees

The master's plan taking it's toll

The valley is flooding, demons are looking for shelter

Pressure will bust a pipe, mummify me

Don't hand me no devils' death, promise

What more can I do that ain't already been done?

Khujo snapping on some smooth shit

[Chorus]