Smokin' On Information - Layzie Bone, MTF, Snoop Dogg

Fo'-fo' in my bag, Mo-Mo in my glass

Po'-po's on my ass, man they want a nigga bad

I zig and I zag cause I got expired tags

I’m just tryin to make it to my nephew Layzie’s pad

Dippin in the old school 6−7 rag

Either I’ma throw out the mag or blast they ass

Fast with the decision, cash was my envision

Life’s about havin it, stackin it and crackin it

While I’m flippin these bitches, no mo' chickens

They livin so fugazi, Layzie let’s just kick it

Get it, got it, pop it for me one time

If you wanna switch, lock it for me one time

Now do the three-wheel motion, coastin

From the Mid-wicked-West to the ocean, smokin

My nigga what you holdin?

A bizzle, f’shizzle, G’d up in Snoop Dogg clothin

+ (Layzie)

Smokin on information (real niggas do real thangs)

We’re smokin on, this is our congregation

(From the North, to the South, to the East, to the West)

DoggHouse and Bone

Smokin on information (real niggas do real thangs)

We’re smokin on, this is our congregation

(From the North, to the South, to the East, to the West)

DoggHouse and Bone Thugs

I’m from the, nitty gritty

I’m comin to shake up the whole city with this Midwest flow

That keepin them bouncin and beggin for mo'

This thugs shit all with the rulin and you know it can’t be judged

I never’d go Hollywood, cause they cannot change this thug

About this paper, and never to raised to be a fame chaser

My momma’d always told me my shit would be greater, later

Smokin’d on information and sippin the Olde-E

The world wouldn’t be shit without them gangsta’s and T-H-U-G's

So take heed motherfucker’d before you lose out

I got my family Mo Thugs, and the DoggHouse

Who comin with it, like Puff acquitted I wonder who really did it?

I’m Skant Bone if you think you know my tone

Invitin all haters and bustas to the murda zone

They better be ready cuz, cause the war is on

Mo Thugs, DoggHouse nigga

Mo Thugs, and we out nigga

I’m in here lightin up somethin smokin, long as my niggas leave me open

Floatin, ask 'em what’s the 4−1-1 on all this potent

Suckin up the love, DoggHouse and Mo Thug

Ken Dawg and doubled’ll hustle, as I muscle through scrubs

Congregatin, makin my pressence, oh what a essence

I ain’t stressin 'bout no second-hand ass nigga with suggestions

Hey holla Mo Thug (Mo Thug) haters hold up

You know what?

I think that’s Ken Dawg, yep show love

With the Big Snoop D-O, smoke until we P-O

Playas we came, together to get this money until we G-O

They love me for that, they know I’m in love with the scratch

I hear a million niggas holla’n, how they want a contract

I analyzed all, information exposed in the air

Judge it for myself and told you my repsonse as a playa

Set up and had it, stretched out, worldwide spread

All the way from the 2−1-6 to the 2−1-3 here

You better believe a nigga be stompin in my big black boots

Little Lay' and Snoop comin through

And I thought you knew niggas gon' do what they do

And I play this game like I bring it, do this shit cause I mean it

Seen it come together so clean, shit;

do you know who I’m the team wit?

Only them, real live playas, from the block to the stage

Keepin it locked and gettin paid, nothin but thugs in our ways

It’s them polished pimpin playas, poppin pistols packin drama

I’ma put it like this, pretty much I’m that nigga that’ll bomb ya

If you want it, you can get it, information, let me hit it

Can you feel me nigga you dig it?

If you wit it nigga what is it?

It’s just them dawgs in the house and mo' and mo' comin in

So nigga blaze it, raise the roof, nigga lights camera action

Cause that’s what’s happenin, real niggas unite

And do it right, cause if you don’t, you might not get it twice

That’s why I be, parlayin, G’d up and sharpei and

I do this all day and, your nigga Layzie Bone is in the house

— repeat 2X