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I can feel it in the back of my mind |
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It's like mary jane came at the right time |
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While i'm feinding the vine |
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I take a look at the sky to make me feel like a nigga wanna stay high |
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Take a look at my eyes |
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You'd probably think i was blind |
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When you see a nigga's eyes that know fool |
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The people crook a nigga so cool |
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I been high all day me and the niggas that i'm close to |
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Up in the glass house blow! |
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And i'm loving this shit |
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Mary jane to the brain, i'm in love with ya bitch |
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Don't know what i'd do if you didn't exist |
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No better way to calm me down when i'm stressing and shit |
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See there's a blessing for this |
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Now where the indo |
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Getting higher than i can go |
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Roll it up i wanna see it in the air let the wind blow |
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All i wanna see is big smoke |
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Chorus (2x) |
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Just smoke |
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And blow |
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A blunt with me |
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I like marijuana |
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You like marijuana |
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We like marijuana |
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Legalize marijuana |
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Just smoke |
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[mr. lucci] |
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Sparking up the mary jane |
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Everyday in my own zone, gettin blowed |
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Holding down the place |
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Cuz when i'm chief i hate |
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Notice how my eyes lay when i'm so throwed |
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Kissing ya lips and holding ya soul |
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Ooo love ya baby girl when ya breaking me off |
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Like ?? ya making me cough, and easing my thoughts |
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Keeping g's with cheese cuz ya company costs |
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When we together we do nothing but floss |
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But when apart lord knows this two get hard to maintain |
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The only bitch that i fame for the claim |
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Steadily massaging my brain |
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And keep a playa on top of my game |
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Calm and cool every time that we hang |
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Me and crooks always running a train |
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Sucking ya body, girl till nothing remains |
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Feel nothing but pleasure, when i'm watching these flames |
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Hoping that nothing will change |
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So i can steal a sac and chill back while i'm smoking the jane |
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Chorus |
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[k-roc] |
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See all i wanna do is smoke a sac with my real niggas |
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Coming up the block hitting hard |
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Smoking on treez |
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Got me dropping to my knees |
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So i gotta give the praise to the sky and the stars |
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So if i wanna get high tonite |
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Mr. pookie just roll me a blunt |
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We can both get blowed |
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Coming out the crook |
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Smoking big fat optimos |
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See the lights |
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But them hoes can't stop us though |
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Who the po's in this mutherfucker with the big weed |
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Coming up the block me and mr. pookie |
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Got no money but i'm still blowing treez |
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And i don't give a damn what you think about me |
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I'm a stoned crook soldier |
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Never been a buster |
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Blowing on treez no matter what them others done told ya |
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Hitting the scene with a pocket full of green |
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And you know what that means |
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We all getting high |
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Chorus till fade |
