Smoking Onion

[Intro]
DJ Spanish Fly
Oh Word?

Yo man, why don't you fire up some of that onion, man?
I'm ready to get real, real buck now man
Come on fire up some of that onion, man
(give it here I'll fire it up, let me fire it up)
*smokes the onion*
Man where you get that from, man?
Man that's some fire there, man
I know you got that from Cuba, right?

[Verse 1]

Smoke the bud, the onion, the weed, the dope
Cause I'm about to flow
And hip you to this hyped up thang
With the kick so hard to it, it make you say "dang!"
Now what you do?
You see you cough, from smoking the truth

Yeah, all day, from sun up till down
Brothers on the move with the gangsta frown
Rollin kinda hard with the lеan towards the door
Yeah they bumpin dopе stuff mane, you know the score
Oh the AC is blowing to the max
While your homies on your side fixing to roll up another
Fat Mac Junt that's what you call the stuff
So now you know you gettin buck

You see like people used to chill out just puffing the dope, yeah
They didn't know nothin bout the blow
But now you look and see brothers sucking through a straight shooter
Or a TV antenna, like roto rooter
You just pass me the 1.5s and I'll be straight, from the smoke of the hay

And I'll be hyped up, roughed up, kinda messed up
Drink the 8-ball, boy you know it's gettin buck time
In the big M-town
Where all the gangsters wear a frown

Just give me the microphone, and then Ima flow on
Just like a brother on a cellular phone
Just spittin out the pimpin game
Budded up, I'm so full, and you know it's a shame

See, it's just the way that I run my mouth
And I can tell you that you know that I'm originally from the south
So what you do? you turn up your radio
While listenin some more of this dopesta flow

Through the mic, and then through the speakers
Now through your earhole, you know it gets deeper
You see, it's really not nothing to brag to one another
As a matter of fact, I just made this for my brothers

Take care your business mane, that's what you do
All the time, you're smoking on the truth

[Chorus]
Smoking onion, smoke, smoking onion (x4)

[pre-verse]
Yeaaaah, man I'll light that stuff up man
See I told you you got that stuff from Cuba, man
I'm so hyped up man, keep on doing it
Give me some more

[Verse 2]

Fire up the bud yeah mane, that's right
Cause you know Fly still on the mic
I'm just rapping through the speaker once again with the scunion
And you know the song is smoking onion

Just smoke on the truth, then you drink some wine
Because you know that it's party time
So
What do you do? you buy a quarter or two
And go kickin it big time with your crew
You're just laughing at anything cause everything's funny
At times it even make your eyes runny

Choking, smoking, choking, collecting the cash
Oh, a brother got some hash?
No, that ain't nothing see, it's like some cabbage
As a matter of fact, yo, we call it babbage

So move on the way from us mane
Cause hittin that hash is just a headache fam
See, if that's not the truth, I ain't got nothin to do with it
So now you know that it's legit

Because a brother like the Fly just so real-hearted
And you know that is time to get this stuff started
So
You smoke your joint, or you say your doobie
But whatever you wanna call it
Just make sure that it's the truth to be

Indica, word, now that's the real deal
And then you know that it's for real
You see the geeked up stuff we don't mess with that, nah
It's better known as the crack
You don't get high off your own supply, anyway
And plus, you get more pay

You see is really not nothing to brag to one another
As a matter of fact, I just made this for my brothers
Take care yall business mane, that's what you do
All the time, you're smoking on the truth

[outro]
Smoking onion, smoke, smoking onion (x4)

Yeaaah, man I told you man, I like that stuff young man
Now I'm real hyped up now man
See you told me you didn't get it from Cuba
But yes you did, come on
DJ Spanish Fly, keep on rockin