I Smoke I Drank
Young Bleed Lyrics


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Be Doctor!
Let's welcome em to the Vault baby
Do it big nigga!
Do it big nigga!
Do it big nigga!
Stupid ass nigga

[Chorus: x2]
I smoke (Yea!), I drank (Yea!)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't (Uh-huh)
I'ma dog (Yea!), I love hoes (Yea!)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then

I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga

So many ways to get paid
Better, keep, fake, i.d.
Sure y'all don't try me
It's murder, I'm a server
Lyric life sentence
Relentless, a menace to society
Full of robberies so fuck it
I hop in the bubble
Wrap the Beretta wit a rag
That glock in the Cutlass
Nigga I'm always hustlin
And yea, round the Cadillacs
The alibam's a must (Uh-huh, yea yea)
Crimey and grimey weed smuckers (Uh-huh, yea yea)
Money and weed, you know my mind see on the Don Don P
With Mr. Magic and Traffic blowin some bomb weed (Uh-huh, yea yea)
In your mind, I call my pistol cause it stay by me (Uh-huh)
That's like my brother, lucky mothers
We ain't nothin to see (Uh-huh)
Or like my nigga Pete, but Uncle Pete
Or my partner Moe Pete, and Low Key
Nigga, you know me man
It ain't no thang to cock it back and make you shake thug bang
Grab the weed, rhyming the coke name nigga, what's up

[Chorus: x2]

I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga

I ain't got nuthin but dick for you hoes
I won't trick, I ain't sick for you hoes
I ain't got nuthin to give to no nigga
Deal wit no nigga, chill wit no nigga
I'ma keep a stack of that funny smelling tobacco
Pistol in my hand, nigga ready to act a
God damn fool, ignorant muthafucka bout to lose my cool
Let me smoke a goose so I can calm my nerves
Find me a duck, get some head in the Burb
I'ma fool on them hoes nigga
That's my word, show me a dime and I'm bet I'm gettin' served
Everybody know me probably saw me half-cocked
Drunk, high in the club bout to get it hot
Louisiana nigga, down here we getting bucked (Bucked!)
And if we ain't fighting, it's probably cause we too fucked up!

[Chorus: x2]
I smoke (Yea!), I drank (Yea!)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't (Uh-huh)
I'ma dog (Yea!), I love hoes (Yea!)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then

I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga

I do it big
Lil Boosie do it big boy
Feel this here, check this out
Look

I smoke, I drank, I tote that iron (That iron)
Eyes stay red, and my guhl stay fine
I'ma problem child, I know you heard
I ain't no turtle, I'ma crocodile (Crocodile!)
And I'll serve ya
See Lil Boosie from that South Side (That South Side!)
In they mouth got bout five
Got them Tees with dem Ree's wit dem black and white cowel (Cowel!)
I want Ashanti, Beyonce and Trina
So I could hit her from the back, like I do my black nina
I miss my nigga Soulja Slim (Rest In Peace), and that's for real
So in your memory I pop a pill, cock the steel
If you don't like it you could take it to that level
That go the mo light, mo won't you come and meet the Devil
Look, I'na put two labels on my back and start walking (Start walking!)
And it ain't in six states now I got everybody talking
Look, and I thug (I thug), with my thugs (My thugs)
We getting paid from the block to the club
That's what's up nigga

[Chorus: x2]

I do it big nigga




I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Young Bleed's song "I Smoke I Drank" depict a lifestyle of excess, indulgence, and a disregard for consequences. The chorus repeats the line "I smoke, I drank, I'm supposed to stop but I can't," indicating a struggle with addiction. The singer also expresses a love for women (hoes) and an obsession with money, cars, and clothes. There is a sense of rebellion and disregard for authority, as the singer describes engaging in criminal activities such as robbery and carrying a weapon. The lyrics emphasize a life of hustling and always being on the move, with references to Cadillacs, marijuana, and friends involved in illegal activities. The overall tone is one of bravado and machismo, with an unapologetic attitude.


Line by Line Meaning

Be Doctor!
Let's be in charge and take control of the situation


Let's welcome em to the Vault baby
Let's invite them into our exclusive circle or group


Do it big nigga!
Let's do things on a grand scale


Stupid ass nigga
Referring to someone who is foolish or unintelligent


I smoke (Yea!), I drank (Yea!)
I partake in smoking and drinking


I'm supposed to stop but I can't (Uh-huh)
I know I should stop, but I can't resist


I'ma dog (Yea!), I love hoes (Yea!)
I am promiscuous and enjoy being with women


And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
I have a strong attachment and desire for wealth and material possessions


Do it big then
Let's continue doing things on a grand scale


So many ways to get paid
There are numerous methods to earn money


Better, keep, fake, i.d.
It's preferable to stay authentic and not misrepresent oneself


Sure y'all don't try me
Make sure you don't test or provoke me


It's murder, I'm a server
I excel at committing acts of violence


Lyric life sentence
My lyrics reflect a lifestyle that promotes crime


Relentless, a menace to society
I am persistent and a threat to the community


Full of robberies so fuck it
Engaging in theft without remorse


I hop in the bubble
I enter a vehicle


Wrap the Beretta wit a rag
I conceal a Beretta firearm with a cloth


That glock in the Cutlass
I have a Glock firearm in my Oldsmobile Cutlass car


Nigga I'm always hustlin
I am constantly in pursuit of making money


And yea, round the Cadillacs
I am often near Cadillac cars


The alibam's a must (Uh-huh, yea yea)
Having marijuana from Alabama is essential


Crimey and grimey weed smuckers (Uh-huh, yea yea)
Partaking in illegal and low-quality marijuana


Money and weed, you know my mind see on the Don Don P
I prioritize money and marijuana, known as 'Don Don P'


With Mr. Magic and Traffic blowin some bomb weed (Uh-huh, yea yea)
I am with Mr. Magic and Traffic, smoking high-quality marijuana


In your mind, I call my pistol cause it stay by me (Uh-huh)
I refer to my gun as 'my mind' because it is always with me


That's like my brother, lucky mothers
My gun is like a sibling to me, bringing luck and protection


We ain't nothin to see (Uh-huh)
We are not someone to underestimate


Or like my nigga Pete, but Uncle Pete
Similar to my friend Pete, but Uncle Pete is also important to me


Or my partner Moe Pete, and Low Key
My associates Moe Pete and Low Key hold significance


Nigga, you know me man
You are aware of my identity and character


It ain't no thang to cock it back and make you shake thug bang
I am comfortable preparing my gun and intimidating others


Grab the weed, rhyming the coke name nigga, what's up
Obtain the marijuana, reference the drug's name in lyrics, what's the plan?


I ain't got nuthin but dick for you hoes
I have nothing to offer you women other than sexual satisfaction


I won't trick, I ain't sick for you hoes
I refuse to spend money or be infatuated with women like you


I ain't got nuthin to give to no nigga
I have nothing to offer to other men


Deal wit no nigga, chill wit no nigga
I do not want to engage or spend time with other men


I'ma keep a stack of that funny smelling tobacco
I will keep a stash of marijuana


Pistol in my hand, nigga ready to act a
I am armed with a gun and prepared to take action


God damn fool, ignorant muthafucka bout to lose my cool
I am an imbecile and an angry individual about to become volatile


Let me smoke a goose so I can calm my nerves
Allow me to smoke some marijuana to relax


Find me a duck, get some head in the Burb
Find a woman to engage in oral sex with in my car


I'ma fool on them hoes nigga
I act foolishly around women


That's my word, show me a dime and I'm bet I'm gettin' served
My statement is truthful, if I am shown an attractive woman, I will pursue her


Everybody know me probably saw me half-cocked
Everyone is familiar with me, they likely have seen me partially intoxicated


Drunk, high in the club bout to get it hot
Intoxicated and under the influence at the club, ready to create a lively atmosphere


Louisiana nigga, down here we getting bucked (Bucked!)
Being from Louisiana, we are getting wild and enthusiastic


And if we ain't fighting, it's probably cause we too fucked up!
If we are not engaging in physical altercations, it's likely because we are too intoxicated


I do it big
I engage in extravagant actions


Lil Boosie do it big boy
Lil Boosie also participates in grand endeavors


Feel this here, check this out
Pay attention to what I am about to say, it is significant


Eyes stay red, and my guhl stay fine
My eyes are consistently bloodshot due to drug use, and I always have attractive women with me


I'ma problem child, I know you heard
I am known for being a troublemaker


I ain't no turtle, I'ma crocodile (Crocodile!)
I am not a slow or meek person, I am fierce and aggressive


And I'll serve ya
I will dominate or defeat you


See Lil Boosie from that South Side (That South Side!)
Recognize that I am from the southern side of town


In they mouth got bout five
I have around five gold teeth in my mouth


Got them Tees with dem Ree's wit dem black and white cowel (Cowel!)
I possess T-shirts with marijuana leaves and a black and white color scheme


I want Ashanti, Beyonce and Trina
I desire to engage in sexual activities with Ashanti, Beyonce, and Trina


So I could hit her from the back, like I do my black nina
I want to have sexual intercourse with them from behind, similar to how I use my firearm


I miss my nigga Soulja Slim (Rest In Peace), and that's for real
I feel a sense of loss for my deceased friend Soulja Slim


So in your memory I pop a pill, cock the steel
I consume drugs in your honor and prepare my firearm


If you don't like it you could take it to that level
If you are dissatisfied, we can escalate the situation


That go the mo light, mo won't you come and meet the Devil
The more aggressive you are, the more I want you to confront danger


I'na put two labels on my back and start walking (Start walking!)
I will proudly represent two affiliations and roam confidently


And it ain't in six states now I got everybody talking
My reputation and influence extend beyond six states, causing widespread discussion


Look, and I thug (I thug), with my thugs (My thugs)
I engage in street life with my gang members


We getting paid from the block to the club
We are earning money both on the streets and in the nightclub


That's what's up nigga
That is the current state of affairs, my friend




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Tyson D. Walker


on Ghostrider

Imagine riding in the dark with no heart, where bodies lay and trigger spray painted the arch, swing deadly from start as two departments that you dying to flex head and neck so protect your chest with a vest, as I confess deadly sins born again thru the hearts of murder men since the age of 10 trying to stay out the pen, and ain't no friends in the game they die young, where I'm from you get hung incarcerated while the rest lay num, till kingdom come from the ghetto I tell my story with bold nuts and glory from my pity purgatory, try not to worry get em off in a hurry back to my ride to the other side where my homies die and they momma cry give a f*** if you pitcher that's how it is, but I don't mean no harm any fool disagree me just wave your arm, enough said I mislead walking around half dead, broke and unfed tripping off the voices in my head hollering about

Ghost Rider tell me how you feel you really got the nuts to get your cap peel them n***** ain't that real, with murder skills to kill, ride for me i ride for you keep it real tho.

I pack a pistol when I ride having thoughts of suicide and homicide when my brain collide, let it ride on my positive side and keep flipping, I watch and I feel negative vibe from set trippin, haha see me laughing like a nickel plated n**** mad dog and all of y'all cuz I just don't give a f***, planet wrong with no regards for the law and get the bus annoying b**** like the last outlaw, fatal flaw. In a bottle of confusion n***** picture me losing, with my back against the wall with no conclusion, still refusing to death tho from friend to foe to the murder show out the liquor store playing at how it go cuz you never know, in everyday could be your last day smoking blunts flickin ashes in your ashtray with a pistol full of liquor when the light turns red still trippin off the voices in my head that's hollaring bout

Ghost Rider tell me how you feel you really got the nuts to get your cap peel them n***** ain't that real, with murder skills to kill, ride for me i ride for you keep it real tho.

I wonder why I live to see the killers cry mugging without a tear in my eye, but if I die I asked my father up in heaven Papa take me with you and forgive them all cuz they know not what they do, just set me free and let me flee with a smile like every ghetto born child, ever since a juvenile been known for living drunken and wild with a murderous style wonder now why they wanna murder me mama when it's these lame misconception got me lost in the jungle they say that Uncle beat on who ever f*** with so far, stay this whole life on some papers and put his name on the wall, rest in peace he goes a thug who roamed high school halls without a no meaning and fell a victim to a murder call, bag up thm bones and after they bury him life goes on stuck in a daze trying to figure out what's right from wrong singing the same song trying to balance close to the edge still trippin off these voices in my head

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