No Smoke - The Game, Miguel, Travis Barker

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

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

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 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 destined then, 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

Sent 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 with the TEC in hand

And none of y’all nigga don’t want no smoke, not even second-hand

I’m from L.A. where even bitches pack an extra friend

And we make little 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

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

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