Smokin' Drinkin' Talkin' Shit

Smokin' Drinkin' Talkin' Shit

Smokin' Drinkin' Talkin' Shit

Smokin' Drinkin' Talkin' Shit

Pullin' up to LITTENHOUSE feelin' good as hell

Homies pre rolled up, so yall might as well

We had three damn gigs all before six

Gotta get our head right, before we get in the mix

We living the high life, Miller

Champagne poppin

Life we deserve, rewarding the grind

It's never stoppin

It's so refreshing when the days real hot

We Coolin' off, chillin out, vibin' at the spot

People always yellin' "yo- you play that thing?"

The only way to respond is, "if you got that ching ching"

Pull up, post up, and get on your feet

To The SNACKTIME sound, OF THE MF STREET

Please don't fret, and don't be shy

The space is wide open, don't get tongue tied

Because the band is playin, the crowd is swayin'

There ain't no delaying, and all we're sayin' is

Smokin' Drinkin' Talkin' Shit

Smokin' Drinkin' Talkin' Shit

Smokin' Drinkin' Talkin' Shit

Smokin' Drinkin' Talkin' Shit

Can I kick It?

(Yes you can!)

Your number one favorite neighborhood hype man

Back again to set it off for yall across the land

With some help from the band to make sure you understand that

Life can luxurious with nothing deprived, feelin alive, while I got my people by my side

So you decide, come with us, it's a vibe, everything is supplied, so just hop in the ride and now we

Smokin' Drinkin' Talkin' Shit

Smokin' Drinkin' Talkin' Shit

Smokin' Drinkin' Talkin' Shit

Smokin' Drinkin' Talkin' Shit