The Game – No Smoke lyrics

[Verse 1: The Game]
Guess who back in the buildin', stackin' them millions
Y'all wanted me to rap, I'm bringin' back that feelin'
Bridge the gap between mumble rap and these killers
Bridge the gap between smokers and lean sippers
These niggas make records to please niggas
I make records every second to shelter and feed niggas
What is hip-hop these days, jealousy and greed, nigga?
Champagne bottles and ig models that tease niggas?
I smoke weed to keep my mind at ease, nigga
Dr. Dre planted this Chronic seed, nigga
Y'all don't want no smoke with me, nigga
L. A. Is a hot box, it's hard to breathe in it
Got hives all over my city with bees in it
No traffic, they'll swarm to the club in three minutes
And if they late, I bob and weave niggas
Always whippin' niggas ass, feelin' like I'm in a Creed, nigga

[Pre-Chorus: The Game]
They don't want no Chronic smoke with me
They don't want no Chronic smoke with me
Puff, puff, pass
They don't want no Chronic smoke with me
They don't want no Chronic smoke with me
Puff, puff, pass
They don't want no Chronic smoke with me
They don't want no Chronic smoke with me
Better pass, homie
They don't want no Chronic smoke with me
Y'all better off tryna smoke with me

[Chorus: Miguel]
They don't want no smoke with me
They don't want no smoke with me, my darling
They don't want no smoke with me
They don't want no smoke with me, my darling
Darling, darling

[Verse 2: The Game]
My Documentary Grammy went to Missy
I learned my lesson then
Hip-hop'll take your heart no matter the type of vest you in
But I was vested in my legacy
And at the end, I could get shot like 'Pac and I felt like I was his next of kin
Had to kick the door down since niggas ain't wanna let me in
Tell 'em its Game but these hoes call me espn
Took Nipsey and Kendrick on tour, I had to set the trend
Before that, do you remember what condition the West was in?
Sittin' there, record playin', Swizz Beatz lecturin'
Pharrell told me, "You gotta chill, God gave you a second chance"
Even though I respect my fam', don't move without the tec in hand
And none of y'all nigga don't really want no smoke, not even second-hand
I'm from L. A. Where even bitches pack an extra friend
And we make lil' niggas like Soulja Boy sneak our weapons in
F and Ns that drop one of your F'in friends
This kind of smoke'll make Red not wanna stand next to Method Man

[Pre-Chorus: The Game]
They don't want no Chronic smoke with me
They don't want no Chronic smoke with me
Puff, puff, pass
They don't want no Chronic smoke with me
They don't want no Chronic smoke with me
Puff, puff, pass
They don't want no Chronic smoke with me
They don't want no Chronic smoke with me
Better pass, homie
They don't want no Chronic smoke with me
Y'all better off tryna smoke with me

[Chorus: Miguel]
They don't want no smoke with me
They don't want no smoke with me, my darling
They don't want no smoke with me
They don't want no smoke with me, my darling
Darling, darling
My darling
My darling
They don't want no smoke with me