SDTS Songtext
von SNACKTIME

Smokin′ Drinkin' Talkin′ Shit
Smokin' Drinkin' Talkin′ Shit
Smokin′ Drinkin' Talkin′ Shit
Smokin' Drinkin′ Talkin' Shit

Pullin′ up to LITTENHOUSE feelin' good as hell
Homies pre rolled up, so yall might as well
We had three damn gigs all before six
Gotta get our head right, before we get in the mix

We living the high life, Miller
Champagne poppin
Life we deserve, rewarding the grind
It's never stoppin
It′s so refreshing when the days real hot
We Coolin′ off, chillin out, vibin' at the spot

People always yellin′ "yo- you play that thing?"
The only way to respond is, "if you got that ching ching"
Pull up, post up, and get on your feet
To The SNACKTIME sound, OF THE MF STREET


Please don't fret, and don′t be shy
The space is wide open, don't get tongue tied
Because the band is playin, the crowd is swayin′

There ain't no delaying, and all we're sayin′ is

Smokin′ Drinkin' Talkin′ Shit
Smokin' Drinkin′ Talkin' Shit
Smokin′ Drinkin' Talkin' Shit
Smokin′ Drinkin′ Talkin' Shit

Can I kick It?
(Yes you can!)
Your number one favorite neighborhood hype man
Back again to set it off for yall across the land
With some help from the band to make sure you understand that
Life can luxurious with nothing deprived, feelin alive, while I got my people by my side

So you decide, come with us, it′s a vibe, everything is supplied, so just hop in the ride and now we

Smokin' Drinkin′ Talkin' Shit
Smokin′ Drinkin' Talkin' Shit
Smokin′ Drinkin′ Talkin' Shit
Smokin′ Drinkin' Talkin′ Shit