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This is that dope-on-dope |
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Smoke but don't choke on |
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It's the shit, clearly blunt junkies |
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Have been known to croak |
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Unless them toke of it's the bomb |
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For those who think life is unfair' |
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Cause I blow my smoke in the air |
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As if no one is standin' there |
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Then I'll roll one tonight, fo yo sorrows |
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In my chair as |
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I sit back |
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Smiling from ear to ear |
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With a fistful of your girlfriend's hair |
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Yes, she'll blow one tonight fo yo sorrows |
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Daddy Fat |
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Sacks back on the scene |
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Money shot to a |
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Three movies |
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But everything's straight like 9:15 |
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It's back to the time machine, |
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I believeBack to the rhymin', back to the stick |
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Back to the hi-hat, tsk tsk kick |
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Slap, y'all nigga better think that was it |
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We everywhere, beithc |
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Like the air you breathe |
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Got 'em stuck like |
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Chuck into what we weave |
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Like a lace front wig stuck to the forehead |
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Best believe |
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I'll change the steeds |
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Take the lead, change the speed |
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Slow it down just for the sport |
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Nigga, one of my favorite rappers |
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Happens to be |
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Too ShortNow everybody wanna sell dope, sell dope |
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Got a P, got a pound, got some hoes, nope |
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Jesse Jackson had a lil' bit of hope, for the folks |
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On a roll, back in nineteen eighty fo', eighty fo' |
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For those who think life is unfair' |
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Cause I blow my smoke in the air |
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As if no one is standin' there |
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Then I'll roll one tonight, fo yo sorrows |
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Just to let you know that everything is straight |
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I say stank you very much 'cause we appreciate the hate |
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Now go get yourself a handgun, you ****in' with a great |
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Put it your mouth and squeeze it like your morning toothpaste |
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Kill yourself like |
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Sean Kingston, suicidal for a title |
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My recitals are vital and maybe needed for survival |
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Like the Bible or any other good book that you read |
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Why are 75% of our youth readin' magazines?' |
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Cause they used to fantasy and that's what they do to dream |
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Call it fiction addiction 'cause the truth is a heavy thing' |
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Member when the levee scream, made the folks evacua-ezz |
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Yeah, I'm still speakin' about it 'cause |
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New Orleans ain't clean |
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When we shout |
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Dirty South, |
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I don't think that is what we mean |
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I mean, it mean the rough, the tough, the dangerous, we reign supreme |
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Can slaughter entire teams with the ink that my pen bleeds |
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B-I-G-B-O- |
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I, nigga, please |
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For those who think life is unfair' |
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Cause I blow my smoke in the air |
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As if no one is standin' there |
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Then I'll roll one tonight, fo yo sorrows |
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In my chair as |
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I sit back |
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Smiling from ear to ear |
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With a fistful of your girlfriend's hair |
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Yes, she'll blow one tonight fo yo sorrows |
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Don't want no girlfriends |
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Just need my dope |
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I just need my dope |
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One foot on the world when |
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I'm behind in my smoke |
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I'm behind in my smoke |
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On the back burner |
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You can just simmer around |
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But on the front burner |
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You betta burn, a fat one |
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Roll it up, fire that shit up |
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A fat one, fire it up |
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A fat, fat, fat one |
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This is that dope-on-dope, smoke but don't choke on |
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It's the shit, clearly blunt junkies have been known to croak-oak-oak |
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Unless them toke of it's, the bomb |
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Bombardin' the brain, the bong infinitely plays the place to come |
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Came and went, hind bells spent, bent |
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Take another huff and puff and choke and toke |
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Icky sticky sticky and stuff a bowl and |
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Pack a pipe, twist a blunt roll, light a joint' |
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Cause this is the dope-on-dope, some good shit |
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Yeah, lean back and puff slow |
