Smoke 30

Lyrics

*Intro* Yeah, it's the Snoop Dawg, comin' from the 1930s, ya dig? Chi-Town, windy breeze, blowin’ smoke with ease... let's take it back. Let me tell you 'bout them Blackies doin' the thing, That reefer roll got us feelin’ like kings. Check it out, baby. *Verse 1* Now, down in the South Side, we gettin' so high, Blowin’ that reefer cloud, let it fill the sky. Jazz in the back, the juke joint packed, Got the cats and the kittens, all cool and relaxed. We got that ragtop rollin', papers in the breeze, The whole block know when we light them trees. Keepin’ it mellow, while them cops stay hatin’, But we too slick, ain't no time for debatin’. Got my zoot suit on, brim tipped to the side, Puffin’ on that reefer, take a slow ride. My girl’s lookin' fly in her flapper dress, We smokin’, laughin', ain’t feelin’ no stress. We swing, we jive, under streetlight's glow, When that smoke hit the air, man, you already know. *Chorus* We Blackies blowin’ reefer in Chi-Town streets, Puffin' on that good, we don't miss a beat. Roll it up, light it up, pass it around, Ain’t no party like this in the whole damn town. We Blackies blowin’ reefer, let that rhythm ride, In the Windy City, where the vibes don’t hide. *Verse 2* Now, Mr. Reefer Man, he know my name, Everywhere I go, the story’s the same. Speakeasy doors, behind that jazz band, You’ll find us in the back, reefer in hand. Talkin' slick jive, playin' cards, feelin’ right, That herb in the air make the mood take flight. From Bronzeville to the Loop, we coolin' with ease, Reefer steady burnin', while we cuttin' a breeze. Big Mama on the horn blowin' sweet and slow, With every puff I take, man, the vibe just grow. Them cops can't catch us, too quick on our feet, We duckin' and dodgin', livin’ life on repeat. Ain't no jake gonna take us down, Cuz we some cool cats, and we run this town. Them squares don't know 'bout the power of green, Livin' life carefree like we on the silver screen. *Chorus* We Blackies blowin’ reefer in Chi-Town streets, Puffin' on that good, we don't miss a beat. Roll it up, light it up, pass it around, Ain’t no party like this in the whole damn town. We Blackies blowin’ reefer, let that rhythm ride, In the Windy City, where the vibes don’t hide. *Bridge* Ain’t no prohibition for the way we groove, Reefer in the air got the people in the mood. They say, "Boy, you better watch yourself," But that reefer got me feelin' like I’m in perfect health. Let the music play, let the reefer burn, In Chi-Town, baby, it’s always our turn. High steppin’ on the low, keep the secret tight, But best believe, we blowin’ reefer all night. *Outro* So if you ever in Chi-Town, and the breeze feel right, Come find us, baby, we'll be high as a kite. Snoop in the '30s, laid back, real neat, Puffin’ on that reefer, we don’t miss a beat. Yeah, Black