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Word up, yo call up the jet, call up the dred, man |
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Word up, man... |
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"Smoking" "Drinking" [x2] |
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[Raekwon:] |
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Aiyo, soon as he hit the door, he seen me, I'm playin' the floor |
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Backward packs, Dutches by the drawer |
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Didn't want the nigga to grab me, yo |
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He threw my skirt up, my Glad bag, he touchin' my seeds |
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Goodness calm down, chump, you ain't the largest nigga |
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Holdin' that match pack, I still broke 'em off and my back was killin' me |
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Yeah, this nigga try'nna pose, frontin' with Loretta |
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In the crib with some hoes, yo... |
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He bought to fuck both of them yo, call Kush and 'em up |
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Purple Haze just got rolled on, why the fuck my niggaz know nothin' |
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Matter fact, I heard Thai Stick got stuck, they blew Black Gold on 'em |
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Plus your son's spoiling my days, yeah |
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The nigga robbin' everybody, him and Keith, them niggaz crazy, yeah |
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He just came home, he out in Ghana, packagin' shit |
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They ride inside of Ice Cream cones |
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Look at Northern, that nigga hazed out |
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He and some wack nigga Air Force, lame nigga, he ain't bathed |
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And got the nerve, yo, to look like Grady, God |
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They threw the brown paper bag on his face, and Jail went crazy |
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Blamin' 'em, yo he was gettin' tortured |
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He had white niggaz pissin' and shit, he left sores on 'em |
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Wow, what up with Maui, Maui chillin' |
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He in the fed joint, cousin got knocked, I heard he got millions |
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Tourin' with Yukon Gold, yo, they out in Europe |
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With the new accent, that shit is grown |
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Northern got his Lights sprayed out |
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He out in Texas, with some ugly ass African niggaz, they blew his pipes out |
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[Chorus x3: Raekwon] |
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Weed, niggaz fiend for me, smokin' my leaves |
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I'm like weed, can't stand niggaz touchin' my seeds |
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I'm like weed, keep sellin' me to crooks and thieves |
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I'm like weed, all the young niggaz callin' me trees |
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"Smoking" "Drinking" [x2] |
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[Raekwon:] |
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Went in the stash, grabbed Hash and 'em |
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He had a forty pound nigga named Brown, they poured gas on him |
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Yeah, yo, the crib got raided, God, Challish was there |
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He got tangled up, caught him and beared |
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Yo, under the pillow, White Widow, yo |
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She went to crack school, never came back, I heard she look old |
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Her and Sesamia, God, two twin crack monkeys, pa |
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Sleepin' in quesadias, Blueberry rollin' 'em |
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She crashed the "Purple" whip, Passion had it |
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They up in In' niggaz crib, all dusted, niggaz butt ass |
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Acapulco Gold 'Dro, chillin', him and Satib' |
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Out in Geneva, in Cherry Gold's benzos |
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Corner Bud, he a real gangsta |
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Him and Skunk got drunk, they murdered a man with one lung |
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Now they on the run, yo, Con Bud, nigga got bodied |
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Had Jamaican niggaz, yellin', "He robbed me!", yo |
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Look at all of 'em, Yard Weed and 'em |
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Bloods geesin' 'em, now he can't sell, he livin' with Trees |
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Afghani' bugged out, some Israel niggaz rushed 'em |
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Kidnapped his little sister Pine Green |
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Word, it got deeper, word, they chopped Reefer |
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Caught 'em in the sock of some young nigga, they meat cleaved 'em |
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Yo, I got to blow, I'm embarrased |
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They threw Crystal Palace kid off the roof, with T.H.C.'s madness |
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[Chorus x3] |
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Weed [x4] |
