Smoke 'em, smoke 'em, smoke 'em if ya gottem (2x)   If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottom (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 bottom (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 bottom (3x)   Smoke 'em, smoke 'em, smoke 'em if ya gottem (2x)   (2x)