Still Smokin lyrics

[Intro]
Say, my n*gga, huh
You not gon' believe this sh*t when I tell you this, cuh
n*gga, I had the craziest motherf*cking dream
Listen when I tell you this, my n*gga
I had a dream I was back on Death Row Records
We gon' take a trip right now
Like we always do about this time
No, we didn't
Haha, yes, he did
What the f*ck is up, n*ggas and n*ggettes? Oh, yeah
We back up in this motherf*cker

[Verse]
You wouldn't believe me even if I told you n*ggas
My game is cold, I could still mold you n*ggas
Roll you n*ggas a fat stick of that chronic
A hundred sixty million dollar man (What?), b*tch, I'm bionic
SN, lesson (Huh?), step in (What? Huh?), automatic weapon
Death Row, oh, no, can't lеt this sh*t go
I think about Pac, I think about Suge, I think about Nate
I think I left a small piеce on my plate
I'ma rework this sh*t and get a few things straight
Not here to debate, just simply wanna vibe and create
Smoke a little sticky-icky, drop my vocals on tape
And call my lil' cute b*tch who loves smokin' on vapes
Let that settle in, Death Row back in (What up?)
Cuh gon' let 'em in (Ayy)
Ain't no love lost, n*gga, understand me? (What?)
Those my carnales, that's my family (Haha)
We back on buzz
We ride for each other 'cause that's what it is, n*gga
And that's what it was
Harry-O got freed up, unfinished business
We LLC'd up, Los Angeles G'd up
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, I don't love you no more