Yall Smoke Weed Overthere? – E.k.r. – letras

[Steele]Let me get some smoke, manWhere the weed at?[E.K.R.]Da Mann[Steele]Put in the air[E.K.R.]Uh-huh, heb’s uheHeb’s uhe[Steele]Yeah, NYGot my peeps from Zurich up in here[E.K.R.]Mh-hmGanz’ Crew[Steele]Yeah, let’s blow somethinRoll up somethinHaHold it upHold it up[E.K.R.]Shoot the gift[Steele]1-2Turn my mic up[Steele]Yeah, champion sound, number one soundRock from out of state and all the way to BucktownThrow down, some clowns wanna be like usHold pounds, smoke pounds, go round, showdownsSmif-n-Wessun ’bout to blow nowExplode now, get dough, rip shows nowHit hoes now, switch profileGo wild like _Wildstyle_Line MC’s up single fileGunnin em down[E.K.R.]Es isch de lyrisch Gstank-Ton, tüüf wie PlanktonEn teil stresse d’Belle wie GastonBis Lucky, ich d’Brüeder DaltonWil wänn’s mi biist dänn mit Lumière an AntwortUnd e heissi Hand druufSogar d’Wanduhr, ganz coolSetzt ihre ganz Verstand druufDass i Lüüt beweg wie’s heisse Sand tuetDrum stand druuf oder hängSchief im Schilf wie BambooIch Kung-Fu[Tek]Only got one night in town, get down or kick rocksCause the European championship ’bout to startI got francs on the French, players on the benchKTM men, only throw out when I’m bentI’m a P.N.C. rider, Frequent Mile flyerDown on my side, called me up, you want the fireAnd I tour you through the hood, smoke a few backwoodsShow you that this ghetto livin shit all good[CHORUS][Tek]Y’all smoke weed over there?[E.K.R.]All night, feel meSöttsch d’Augering gseh[Tek]Y’all freakin bitches over there?[E.K.R.]A-ha, immerWil ich wott no es paar Chinder[Tek]Y’all gettin money over there?[E.K.R.]Ah – simmer?Häsch mi nid gseh im Beamer?[Tek]Wild out in the streets over there?[E.K.R.]Hey yo yo, wo sind er?Luug mol, do simmerWas bringt er?[Steele]Raw dawg, hardcorePart peace, part war, spark fourBig dogs bark on, y’all, park brawlsStreet brawls, bar fights, we warWorldwide we tourShit we saw deep, pawCan’t sleep, pawE.K.R./P.N.C. came farI shine, you shine like starsDrive like carsSmif-n-Wessun, we are[E.K.R.]360 Grad RadiusDu ghörsch eus in de Strass unde, a RadiosEuse Zahligsfluss isch immer stiigendAu wänn’s teil beniedetMir machet’s für die wo’s liebetMir sind no nig duss and schnurret nöd StussMit Tryrannosaurus Rexus oder Rap-JungsUnd kleptomanieret die Beats bitzeliTandori-grillieret all die Chicken-TittiesIch bi die uusglichni BalanceZwüsched psychotisch chrank und absichtlich boshaftIn Prosa, mit de vokale StosschraftVo uusgstorbne Nashorn-Arte wo-n-i da uf di loslah[Tek]Another trip abroad conquers ConcordeBK, we slay, trey-pound, y’allLay down law, a new sheriff round hereGet tore in a forrest, dare come around hereI’m a country nigga, don’t take me for no bammerWhen I say I use my hammer I ain’t talkin ’bout no hammerSmoke lye, E.K. me off pleaseFuck ‘puff, puff, pass’, I roll dolo with trees[CHORUS][Steele]CB[E.K.R.]EK[Steele]PNC[E.K.R.]ZH[Steele]Smif-n-Wess[E.K.R.]FB[Steele]To the death[E.K.R.]NC[Steele]Get crushed by the bumrush tryin to stepHit you where you rest, two in the chestDie where you slept, probably the bestMatter of fact, def we the bestLeave you blessed with a rhyme or leave you stretchedCowards can’t step, we connecet with the ill dialectTNS, all real, no special effectsYa heard?[E.K.R.]En so Arsch muesch do bewege wänn i redeRichter-Skala, wird da nöd druuf gah, aber i wärd’ bebbe, bebbeChasch’s der überlege oder drunder schiebeBi wie n Undermieter mit em e tödleche Jungle-FieberVerhueschte da immer tödlechi Dschungel-VireUnd spiele ungsungi, tödliche Lieder???? bim SchieberWil dis gegenüber stört, min Name, nid dineWil I vinyle vom fineWährend sich teil wie ne Schlange hütetIch im Nostradamer am luüteWie-n-i spontan in Flamme ufgangne am LüchterLüüt, ich brücht’ e PauseMal eis rauche[Tek]You heard the chorus, ignore it if you chooseAnd at your funeral we see the bitch in you dudesYou know how we move, rep from Myrtle AvenueBein too hoggish, don’t wanna share your foodSee my dog Scrooge, with the big Ruges?Knockin down gorillas, no matter how hugeSo bring your rawest crew and your whores tooY’all all a bunch of bitches we fittin to run through[Steele]Y’all smoke weed around here?[E.K.R.]ZH[Steele]Huh?Let’s get it poppinY’all freak bitches over here?ShitWhat you sayin, what?Huh?Does y’all gettin money over here?Huh?Wild outWilder than the streets over hereBucktownBK, what