Smoke on the water, fire in the sky Smoke on the water We all came out to Montreux On the Lake Geneva shoreline To make records with a mobile We didn't have much time Frank Zappa and the Mothers Were at the best place around But some stupid with a flare

Can't tell me nothin' Talk is cheap And free advice is worth the price you pay I have to find out for myself the hard way 1986 Harley Blowin' smoke and suckin' oil My daddy said, "Buy it and you're crazy, boy" Can't tell me nothin It took two months to

Just pass the just cigarette And take these brain cells out my head 'Cause this smoke cloud's giving me shelter And I feel much better And demons wave the white flag for me Still my bones keep pleading to walk out From all of this fall out So I don't

This is how we rock it for the ages I thought I told you it’s about to go down We make you fucking famous You wonder how we made it It’s about to go down From the top and the bottom, the bottom to the top Light it up and smoke them trees This is how we

Too much juice, too much sauce Juice, sauce Ayy, when it's real, only money change Too much drip, too much clout Too much sauce I be foolin’ with my hooligans that Ruger bought Big rocks, spaceship, superstars (star) Actin' like they want smoke, we got

He's flying High flying He could've tuned in tuned in But he tuned out A bad time nothing could save him Alone in a corridor waiting locked out He got up outta there ran for hundreds of miles He made it to the ocean had a smoke in a tree

All I care about is money and the city that I'm from I'ma sip until I feel it, I'ma smoke it till it's done And I don't really give a fuck, and my excuse is that I'm young Fuck it, I'm on one Two white cups and I got that drink Could be purple, it could

Let you go! You were there for me And I was there for you Holding out hope for you No-oh, never let you go! You will always be the one that I regret How will I let you go? You end up alone after all that you've done All that you've paid for

Ooh, stop the madness I stunt on my enemies, it can get tragic He don't want no smoke with me, I let him have it She said she wan' fuck with me 'cause I'm a savage I'm smoking OG straight out the package You can't tell me anything, I'm a savage Now I'm

Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones An ice cold beer sittin' in the console Memory lane up in the headlights Has got me reminiscing on the good times I'm turning off the real life, driving, that's right Smoke rollin' out the window Yeah I'm chilling