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(lighter clicking in the background) |
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Now this is what im talking about baby(inhaling) |
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And this is for the weed heads and this is for the |
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Weedheads |
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Get a bag of dope in a quarter o |
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(repeat2x) |
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(chorus)(repeat2x) |
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(second and fourth time at end in background "wanna get |
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High get high") |
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So who want a bag who want a bag |
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You want a bag you want a bag |
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You got a bag so send em out the door to the liquer |
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Store |
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Get a bag of dope and a quarter roll |
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(first verse) |
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Alright homies legalize reefer leaves and nines |
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Some of them say we evil a little sumthin sumthin for |
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My people |
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And though i know that weed will even out your debt |
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Love everything green (???) |
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Gonna get ya fucked up wanna get ya fucked up |
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When you take one hit then i make you hush up nigga shut |
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The fuck up |
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No stress though indo and chronic hydro and skunk and i can think of |
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Some more |
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Ohh yeah time to smoke said so i know high day come |
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Around on friday |
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Toke the bowl breath deep boy yes then we pray |
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As the reefer help me see more everyday |
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(???) |
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We have one hell of a superstar bowl every first friday |
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Of the month |
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And your humbily invited were truly humbly united |
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Enemies and all of ya'll hate on when i get my |
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Fade on |
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I'm so high |
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(chorus)(same as first) |
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(second verse) |
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On new year smokin the potent buddha (buddha) |
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They aint nuthin like that buddha lovin bomb shit |
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Fat enough that it will make me move ya sooth ya |
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Reefer creeper seepin in my sneakers seepin in my shiva |
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Heave her (nigga) |
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You better believe us even when we lonly weed wont |
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Leave us |
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Not like these fake niggas that decieve us |
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All day the weed man dizzy we be better make it |
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Seedless |
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Life aint easy put it on eazy but we still |
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Breathin |
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Takin a hit of the reefer sendin me straight to |
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Heaven |
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Chokin with my breezy |
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That herbal healin |
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And dont ya wanna feel that feelin and dont you wanna |
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Spend your scrilla |
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And givin the weed to the killas niggas forget why they |
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Killin (hell ya) |
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I heard they heard they heard they out here fuckin |
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Wit pills |
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Nigga those chemicals will make you ill so get off |
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The ecstasy |
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So to the realers mysterious and (???) |
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(chorus)(same as first) |
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(verse three) |
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Thug that talkin till we love that love that |
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That |
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Dont legalize cuz they know we can |
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Gettin high just to get by |
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Through all the suicides and homicides |
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And genocides drivebys walkbys gonna multiply |
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And chalk lines in the towns in the h-double-o-d hood |
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And it would rain |
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And it aint all were it aint all and it aint all and |
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It aint all good |
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I started at eleven stealin weed from coppers |
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And even though you beat us i gotta thank you for the |
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Reefer |
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Neva mess with white girls but i roll those white |
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Boys |
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Niggas come out the pen and they roll some tight |
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Joints tight joints |
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My shit is swollen you shouldnt be rollin |
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Livin on green leaves that will make your heart |
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Bleed |
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Just go and let me split up the weed and be silent |
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And sober |
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No jokin when the nieghbers door is open you want to |
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Come over |
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We smokin tokin and now we chokin tokin and then we chokin |
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Chokin chokin |
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Chokin chokin chokin chokin chokin |
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I'm so high |
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(chorus)(repeat til end) |