Smoke `Em — текст песни (Fun Lovin` Criminals)

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 Stymie 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)
(2x)