C.J. Watson, Rakim Al-Jabbaar - Cigar Music Lyrics

Big smoke big leaves that cocaina
Big nigga big money in my demeanor
Pussy money revenge which one is sweeter
I'm getting all three in a wife beater
Big smoke big leaves that cocaina
Big nigga big money in my demeanor
International business handle it by the liter
It's Mr. Watson when you see me nice to meet you

Circumcise the stogie then I burn it to the ground
Humidor let's take a tour yes I gets around
Leaves from every continent it's so astonishing
We celebrating every day you smell that winning scent
Finer liquor finer women love the way I'm dressing
Gotta thank the most high for all the finer blessings
Turned Nick and Sam's into our own smoking section
Everything imported we don't smoke nothing domestic
Infidels that worked for Fidel with the road blocks
Walk in the building raised glasses respect and head nods
Elite supreme leadership membership I paid by dues
Loyality family keep your hands clean live by the rules
High society retire early ride with me
Ain't no competition see my smile but I ain't friendly
You can't make it to the top without some enemies
That's why I keep my piece for peace c'est la vie

Big smoke big leaves that cocaina
Big nigga big money in my demeanor
Pussy money revenge which one is sweeter
I'm getting all three in a wife beater
Big smoke big leaves that cocaina
Big nigga big money in my demeanor
International business handle it by the liter
It's Al Jabbaar when you see me

I had 896 grams in my backpack in my left and right pocket where the racks at
Yeah I got it for the low but I'm gone tax that 'cause every pound that I touch gotta max that
Niggas blowing up phone like where the thrax at but I aint showing no love my heart jet black
She wants the pack so there's no sent backs my crew against yours thats a mismatch
Laws on the radio hollering dispatch shots fired and the body got distached
From his head I ain't checked but I'm sure that he's dead and we swang with the vixens bitches came for the bread
Keep a stable full of bitches might pull up in sled all covered in red leaning over the edge
Sticking to the script so you know how to play it chrome wiggle on my hip and you know I'm gone spray it
Look most you niggas just be rapping tough I'm like damn Homie don't you cap enough
See if your people really 'bout it you ain't have to bluff send them bullets to your dome ain't no masking up
Have the same 24 why you made at us you was chasing after her while I'm bagging up
Want a hoe from the block she can back it up never had a chipped tooth still I'm fabulous
And my hustle game way above average never seen a carnivore with this much cabbage
Never seen a country boy with this much status disrespect my name bitch your wig gets splattered
So I suggest that you keep it cool before them all black boys be creeping through
And light your whole block up like Pikachu I say the flow like big unbelievable ra

Big smoke big leaves that cocaina
Big nigga big money in my demeanor
Pussy money revenge which one is sweeter
I'm getting all three in a wife beater
Big smoke big leaves that cocaina
Big nigga big money in my demeanor
International business handle it by the liter
It's Mr. Watson when you see me nice to meet you