Too Smoove

[Verse 1]
Got a bottle and a blunt
Warm summer night, wifey on the run
Pen back from vacation, telling me to jump
Shit, time is now if I wanna get it done
Been a while since a brova had to write
It's been a water kinda day, rum kinda night
So I'm lean up star like a C cup bra
On my throwback high, smoking makka out the jar
Yaad man know wha gwan, I'm flipping through the pages
Nothing but black in my backwood pasted
Ganja heaven, yes it's that good taste it
Even the penthouse catching vapours from the basement
I'm underground like the sounds that I plays with
Until I'm back in LA on some Californication
Musical innovator, can't stay on the same shit
On the real what I'm really trying to say is

[Chorus]
A brova too smoove
Old soul living in this new school "nigga"
Really who knew
That this Sauga City cat would let it do what it do
Yeah A brova's too smoove
Old soul living in this new school "nigga"
Really who knew
That this Sauga City cat would keep it moving

[Verse 2]
Yessir, a brova bout to win
No Nike, shoes sponsored by Shaolin
Buddha bless from here to Budapest
Produce the next every time I use my head
Because if you don't protect it bwoy you'll lose your neck
That's probably why I'm on the grind while you're in bed
I try to find time to recline and truly veg
But somehow the work is still what I do instead
Workaholics know what I mean
Working OT and you're barely home with the seed
Gotta make ends so that stomach can eat
Same time, you really can front on your dream
Stay wise, be what you're wanting to be
If it's a gamble always keep a card in the sleeve
You ain't gotta follow rules to be a part of the scene
Just make sure the choices are a part of the dream "nah mean"

Chorus