2nd Hand Smoke Lyrics
| Song | 2nd Hand Smoke |
| Artist | Twiztid |
| Album | Cryptic Collection Volume 3 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Twiztid | |
| Free your mind | |
| I represent the | |
| East side, no peace | |
| Fuck the police | |
| We tell you to increase the deceased at least | |
| A grown man tellin you something that he believe | |
| Practice to deceive, no more tricks up my sleeve | |
| What the fuck bitch, chuck bitch | |
| Why you talkin shit? | |
| Better duck bitch. | |
| Before your dome get hit. | |
| This shit is | |
| Twiztid deeper than that | |
| Old French braid. | |
| Stickier than jam and jelly phased, kick it | |
| Everybody else real talkin bout something. | |
| What you thought you heard bitch, | |
| Can it, cause your frontin. | |
| Dead wrong. | |
| Dinner table conversations. | |
| Leavin' you pistol-whipped in the corner with abrasions. | |
| Part of the contamination of | |
| Mind State. | |
| Sleep in a dream, hopin it's gone when | |
| I awake.Mama think | |
| I'm a play on play serial killa | |
| Fruitloop biting my mind like | |
| GodzillaWe survive like catipillas in cocoons and caskets | |
| Stretch the industry like elastic | |
| So fantastic, like the | |
| Newport cigarette that | |
| I smoke.Hit the motherfucka till | |
| I chokeI brag and | |
| I boast about nothin | |
| Death, dying, and hoes fuckin | |
| So understand that he's saying something. | |
| Never be heard | |
| I'm underground with the dirt and grime | |
| Smashin heads be my reason for rhyme | |
| I'm on time like a motherfucka | |
| Leavin you hangin in the forest | |
| Standin in some comfortable shifts like | |
| Chuck Norris | |
| Check the chorus | |
| Second hand smoke when you breath. | |
| Remember what | |
| I told you always believe. | |
| You relieve on the | |
| Monoxide Child and wild. | |
| Travel the world on nine cloud screaming loud. | |
| Free your mind | |
| Breath it in second hand smoke | |
| Free your mind | |
| Breath it in second hand smoke | |
| You phony bitches wanna shut me down | |
| Pullin plugs on the microphones. | |
| Hatin on the individual handle | |
| Mr.BonesHope your speaker's ain't ohms or they dead blown | |
| If they aren't turn this motherfucka up and mash on | |
| As we blast off bitch ass niggas at fast rates | |
| Growin at a fast pace made my heart race. | |
| Lookin death in the face and | |
| I don't even shudder. | |
| If my woman starts cheatin motherfuck her, bitch | |
| I'm out my cell | |
| Seen weed, fame and wealth | |
| So take your hopes and dreams, | |
| And put that shit back on the shelf | |
| Cause we rollin in a ride far from stolen | |
| Cigarette lighters, power windows, wood grade motors and | |
| Takin curbs with ease, blowin trees, lookin | |
| ChineseHopin that the cops ain't tailin me. | |
| Tryin to violate the glass house | |
| Nigga pass the blunt before you pass out | |
| Cause now it's on, pushin hubcaps | |
| Patrollin the hood, so fuck that. | |
| Heard the shit and the shit is all wack | |
| Plannin the attack, cause we move when it's dark at night | |
| Believe the rumors, cause they probably all right. | |
| Outta sight like concealed weapons and drug trades | |
| Barricading your door for the raid | |
| And in the shade is a sawed off double-barreled pump | |
| Lookin for mothafuckas who wanna jump. | |
| Cause I got 13 bullets in my pocket | |
| I'm a mad man | |
| My trigger finger turnin suckers to sand | |
| Free your mind | |
| Breath it in second hand smoke | |
| Free your mind | |
| Breath it in second hand smoke | |
| Distraught from head trauma | |
| You can't even see the drama | |
| I get the persona from marijuana | |
| At night I lay stressed with no place to go | |
| All by my lonely screamin out fuck that show | |
| Cigarettes, blunt smoke | |
| I love the smell | |
| Player hate me cause | |
| I smoke, burn in hell | |
| Cause it ain't for everybody | |
| I live to sever bodies so melancholy | |
| Suicide is just a folly and | |
| I'm outFree your mind | |
| Breath it in second hand smoke (what, what) | |
| Free your mind | |
| Breath it in second hand smoke | |
| Free your mind | |
| Breath it in second hand smoke (what) | |
| Free your mind | |
| Breath it in second hand smoke | |
| Free your mind | |
| Breath it in second hand smoke | |
| Second hand smoke, second hand smoke, | |
| WhatFree your mind | |
| Breath it in second hand smoke (yeah) | |
| Free your mind | |
| Breath it in second hand smoke (right) | |
| Free your mind | |
| Breath it in |
| zuo qu : Twiztid | |
| Free your mind | |
| I represent the | |
| East side, no peace | |
| Fuck the police | |
| We tell you to increase the deceased at least | |
| A grown man tellin you something that he believe | |
| Practice to deceive, no more tricks up my sleeve | |
| What the fuck bitch, chuck bitch | |
| Why you talkin shit? | |
| Better duck bitch. | |
| Before your dome get hit. | |
| This shit is | |
| Twiztid deeper than that | |
| Old French braid. | |
| Stickier than jam and jelly phased, kick it | |
| Everybody else real talkin bout something. | |
| What you thought you heard bitch, | |
| Can it, cause your frontin. | |
| Dead wrong. | |
| Dinner table conversations. | |
| Leavin' you pistolwhipped in the corner with abrasions. | |
| Part of the contamination of | |
| Mind State. | |
| Sleep in a dream, hopin it' s gone when | |
| I awake. Mama think | |
| I' m a play on play serial killa | |
| Fruitloop biting my mind like | |
| GodzillaWe survive like catipillas in cocoons and caskets | |
| Stretch the industry like elastic | |
| So fantastic, like the | |
| Newport cigarette that | |
| I smoke. Hit the motherfucka till | |
| I chokeI brag and | |
| I boast about nothin | |
| Death, dying, and hoes fuckin | |
| So understand that he' s saying something. | |
| Never be heard | |
| I' m underground with the dirt and grime | |
| Smashin heads be my reason for rhyme | |
| I' m on time like a motherfucka | |
| Leavin you hangin in the forest | |
| Standin in some comfortable shifts like | |
| Chuck Norris | |
| Check the chorus | |
| Second hand smoke when you breath. | |
| Remember what | |
| I told you always believe. | |
| You relieve on the | |
| Monoxide Child and wild. | |
| Travel the world on nine cloud screaming loud. | |
| Free your mind | |
| Breath it in second hand smoke | |
| Free your mind | |
| Breath it in second hand smoke | |
| You phony bitches wanna shut me down | |
| Pullin plugs on the microphones. | |
| Hatin on the individual handle | |
| Mr. BonesHope your speaker' s ain' t ohms or they dead blown | |
| If they aren' t turn this motherfucka up and mash on | |
| As we blast off bitch ass niggas at fast rates | |
| Growin at a fast pace made my heart race. | |
| Lookin death in the face and | |
| I don' t even shudder. | |
| If my woman starts cheatin motherfuck her, bitch | |
| I' m out my cell | |
| Seen weed, fame and wealth | |
| So take your hopes and dreams, | |
| And put that shit back on the shelf | |
| Cause we rollin in a ride far from stolen | |
| Cigarette lighters, power windows, wood grade motors and | |
| Takin curbs with ease, blowin trees, lookin | |
| ChineseHopin that the cops ain' t tailin me. | |
| Tryin to violate the glass house | |
| Nigga pass the blunt before you pass out | |
| Cause now it' s on, pushin hubcaps | |
| Patrollin the hood, so fuck that. | |
| Heard the shit and the shit is all wack | |
| Plannin the attack, cause we move when it' s dark at night | |
| Believe the rumors, cause they probably all right. | |
| Outta sight like concealed weapons and drug trades | |
| Barricading your door for the raid | |
| And in the shade is a sawed off doublebarreled pump | |
| Lookin for mothafuckas who wanna jump. | |
| Cause I got 13 bullets in my pocket | |
| I' m a mad man | |
| My trigger finger turnin suckers to sand | |
| Free your mind | |
| Breath it in second hand smoke | |
| Free your mind | |
| Breath it in second hand smoke | |
| Distraught from head trauma | |
| You can' t even see the drama | |
| I get the persona from marijuana | |
| At night I lay stressed with no place to go | |
| All by my lonely screamin out fuck that show | |
| Cigarettes, blunt smoke | |
| I love the smell | |
| Player hate me cause | |
| I smoke, burn in hell | |
| Cause it ain' t for everybody | |
| I live to sever bodies so melancholy | |
| Suicide is just a folly and | |
| I' m outFree your mind | |
| Breath it in second hand smoke what, what | |
| Free your mind | |
| Breath it in second hand smoke | |
| Free your mind | |
| Breath it in second hand smoke what | |
| Free your mind | |
| Breath it in second hand smoke | |
| Free your mind | |
| Breath it in second hand smoke | |
| Second hand smoke, second hand smoke, | |
| WhatFree your mind | |
| Breath it in second hand smoke yeah | |
| Free your mind | |
| Breath it in second hand smoke right | |
| Free your mind | |
| Breath it in |
| zuò qǔ : Twiztid | |
| Free your mind | |
| I represent the | |
| East side, no peace | |
| Fuck the police | |
| We tell you to increase the deceased at least | |
| A grown man tellin you something that he believe | |
| Practice to deceive, no more tricks up my sleeve | |
| What the fuck bitch, chuck bitch | |
| Why you talkin shit? | |
| Better duck bitch. | |
| Before your dome get hit. | |
| This shit is | |
| Twiztid deeper than that | |
| Old French braid. | |
| Stickier than jam and jelly phased, kick it | |
| Everybody else real talkin bout something. | |
| What you thought you heard bitch, | |
| Can it, cause your frontin. | |
| Dead wrong. | |
| Dinner table conversations. | |
| Leavin' you pistolwhipped in the corner with abrasions. | |
| Part of the contamination of | |
| Mind State. | |
| Sleep in a dream, hopin it' s gone when | |
| I awake. Mama think | |
| I' m a play on play serial killa | |
| Fruitloop biting my mind like | |
| GodzillaWe survive like catipillas in cocoons and caskets | |
| Stretch the industry like elastic | |
| So fantastic, like the | |
| Newport cigarette that | |
| I smoke. Hit the motherfucka till | |
| I chokeI brag and | |
| I boast about nothin | |
| Death, dying, and hoes fuckin | |
| So understand that he' s saying something. | |
| Never be heard | |
| I' m underground with the dirt and grime | |
| Smashin heads be my reason for rhyme | |
| I' m on time like a motherfucka | |
| Leavin you hangin in the forest | |
| Standin in some comfortable shifts like | |
| Chuck Norris | |
| Check the chorus | |
| Second hand smoke when you breath. | |
| Remember what | |
| I told you always believe. | |
| You relieve on the | |
| Monoxide Child and wild. | |
| Travel the world on nine cloud screaming loud. | |
| Free your mind | |
| Breath it in second hand smoke | |
| Free your mind | |
| Breath it in second hand smoke | |
| You phony bitches wanna shut me down | |
| Pullin plugs on the microphones. | |
| Hatin on the individual handle | |
| Mr. BonesHope your speaker' s ain' t ohms or they dead blown | |
| If they aren' t turn this motherfucka up and mash on | |
| As we blast off bitch ass niggas at fast rates | |
| Growin at a fast pace made my heart race. | |
| Lookin death in the face and | |
| I don' t even shudder. | |
| If my woman starts cheatin motherfuck her, bitch | |
| I' m out my cell | |
| Seen weed, fame and wealth | |
| So take your hopes and dreams, | |
| And put that shit back on the shelf | |
| Cause we rollin in a ride far from stolen | |
| Cigarette lighters, power windows, wood grade motors and | |
| Takin curbs with ease, blowin trees, lookin | |
| ChineseHopin that the cops ain' t tailin me. | |
| Tryin to violate the glass house | |
| Nigga pass the blunt before you pass out | |
| Cause now it' s on, pushin hubcaps | |
| Patrollin the hood, so fuck that. | |
| Heard the shit and the shit is all wack | |
| Plannin the attack, cause we move when it' s dark at night | |
| Believe the rumors, cause they probably all right. | |
| Outta sight like concealed weapons and drug trades | |
| Barricading your door for the raid | |
| And in the shade is a sawed off doublebarreled pump | |
| Lookin for mothafuckas who wanna jump. | |
| Cause I got 13 bullets in my pocket | |
| I' m a mad man | |
| My trigger finger turnin suckers to sand | |
| Free your mind | |
| Breath it in second hand smoke | |
| Free your mind | |
| Breath it in second hand smoke | |
| Distraught from head trauma | |
| You can' t even see the drama | |
| I get the persona from marijuana | |
| At night I lay stressed with no place to go | |
| All by my lonely screamin out fuck that show | |
| Cigarettes, blunt smoke | |
| I love the smell | |
| Player hate me cause | |
| I smoke, burn in hell | |
| Cause it ain' t for everybody | |
| I live to sever bodies so melancholy | |
| Suicide is just a folly and | |
| I' m outFree your mind | |
| Breath it in second hand smoke what, what | |
| Free your mind | |
| Breath it in second hand smoke | |
| Free your mind | |
| Breath it in second hand smoke what | |
| Free your mind | |
| Breath it in second hand smoke | |
| Free your mind | |
| Breath it in second hand smoke | |
| Second hand smoke, second hand smoke, | |
| WhatFree your mind | |
| Breath it in second hand smoke yeah | |
| Free your mind | |
| Breath it in second hand smoke right | |
| Free your mind | |
| Breath it in |
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