Fun Lovin' Criminals Smoke 'Em Lyrics

Smoke 'em, smoke 'em, smoke 'em if ya gottem (x 2)
If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottom (x 3)

Hey muneka, I think I wanna take ya back to the lab, with my gift of gab and a little dab'll do ya,
Maybe even school ya, I'll rush your end zone like my man Don Shula
You're my four leaf clover even bending over;
I love you like rover; you're my little lawnmower
But, lower, lower, I'm the seed sower
The funky weed grower, the mad rap thrower.
See, I'm a man's man; do you understand ?
What I'm giving ain't c___ed in the palm of my hand.
So take the nasty plunge plaid not grunge.
I know it's really hard when you love someone.
You always stood by me like Spanky did Stymie
And if anybody messes I'll bust'em in the eye.
And check that a__ like Phil Esposito the guido, U.P.S. next day back to Toledo.

Smoke 'em, smoke 'em, smoke 'em if ya gottem (x 2)
If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottom (x 3)
Smoke 'em if ya gottem (x 2)
If ya ain't gottem, well, well...

Me and my Les Paul is out droppin' science pocket full of blunts
And a full carry license never walking streets,
Lookin' past my shouler acting kinda bolder
Since my dog got older; I walked the walk
And I aced the test when I put the pressure on all your tendencies manifest
Half spick p_____wood talkin' to the dead
I'll break into your house and I'll smell your bed.

Smoke 'em, smoke 'em, smoke 'em if ya gottem (x 3)
If ya ain't gottem then ya hit rock bottom (x 3)
Smoke 'em, smoke 'em, smoke 'em if ya gottem (x 2)
(x 2)