Heavy Smoke - G Finesse

Smoke my hoochie You say that I'm the devil Reali-T.H.C. Marco Polo hailed it heaven, Socrates inhaled it, too Mister President, tell the truth You're the great exaggerators since 1932 Telling evils of the reefer But all through time we've smoked the sky Smoke the sky Home grown vision compliments the senses, opens up my mind J.F.K. sold us freedom, or was it just a business toke? '63 went up in smoke He was the great seducer crawling from our TVs Breathed hope into our future Before he died, he smoked the sky Smoke the sky When inside we'll smoke the sky B.C. hailed it heaven, I inhaled it too Reali-T.H.C. When inside we'll smoke the sky Smoke the sky When inside we'll smoke the sky When inside we'll smoke the When inside we'll toke the When inside we'll smoke the sky

Well, I don't need your Jesus freaks Well, I don't need your thought police Well, I don't need your saving soul Well, I don't need your mind control Shake your ass, your ass Smoke your grass, your grass Shake your ass, your ass Smoke your grass, your grass Well, I don't need your howling moon Well, I don't need your happy tune Well, I don't need your jetting set Well, I don't need your cigarettes Shake your ass, your ass Smoke your grass, your grass Shake your ass, your ass Smoke your grass, your grass Come on, well, everybody It's time to feel alright Come on, well, everybody It's time to feel alright (America is defied) (It devours its few) Well, I don't want your O-J juice Well, I don't want your Lenny Bruce Well, I don't want your flying nun Well, I don't want your golden gun Shake your ass, your ass Smoke your grass, your grass Shake your ass, your ass Smoke your grass, your grass Well, I'm a mad hatter, baby, ride a boogie machine Blastin' 8-track tapes when I'm on the scene I'm a long-gone daddy in a boogaloo And I stitch it all together with super glue "Stop playing around, man" Shake your ass, your ass Smoke your grass, your grass Shake your ass, your ass Smoke your grass, your grass Come on, well, everybody It's time to feel alright Come on, well, everybody It's time to feel alright

You know I'm tryna stay away from you You know I'm tryna keep my distance Somehow you always get your way, don't you? You get me right back in my feelings, oh, woah You got bad intentions, baby, I can tell You don't like seein' me with nobody else, ah-ah So you come and give me your affection, yeah-yeah But I know it's just finesse, finesse Always in my phone, soon as I move on, oh Finesse, finesse As soon as I give in, you end up leavin', oh-oh-oh Finesse, finesse Always up and goin' but never leave me 'lone, oh-oh Finesse, finesse Finesse, oh, finesse Nigga, I ain't 'bout to play these games wit' you 'Cause I know exactly what you're doin' (you're doin') I peep it every time you're feelin' alone So tell me who you think you foolin'? Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah You got bad intentions, baby, I can tell (ooh, ooh) You don't like seein' me with nobody else, ah-ah So I never let you fuck my head up, no, no, no 'Cause I know it's just finesse (oh, oh, oh), finesse Always in my phone (my phone), soon as I move on (oh yeah, yeah, yeah) Finesse, oh, no, finesse, hey As soon as I give in (give in), you end up leavin', oh-oh-oh Finesse (yeah, yeah), finesse Always up and goin' (and goin') but never leave me 'lone, oh-oh (oh nah) Finesse, finesse Finesse, oh, finesse It's all a finesse All a finesse, all a finesse All a finesse All a finesse, all a finesse But I been peeped game Oh yeah, I been peeped game I been peeped it, been peeped it I did, I did (No funny shit) (You do one fuckin' thing to a nigga) (And all the shit he puts you through goes out the motherfuckin' window) (Like, sir, so we just gonna act like you ain't do what you did that made me do what I did) (You the one that sparked the revolution) (It's a revolution)