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(Ay yo JoshAy yo where the **** you at man?What you mean you on your way yoOur session was at 9 its ****in' 11Im out here, blow smokin L'sWaitin for yo assI dont even think I got..Oh no I definitely still got some weed for the labBut still when you gonna be here?Soon? Mother ****er how soo..Oh there you are right nowAy yo whats good bro?This is a DJ Haze exclusiveAy yo whats good broJust here chillin'Yeah Im tryin to go to the studio or whateverYeah I got shit to drop mpther ****erI always got shit to drop damnIght you'll meet me there?Alright) |
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I woke up scratched my nuts |
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Rolled a swisher on the shitter |
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Got blow then |
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I light me up a cigarette |
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The coolest flow coolio a movie roll |
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Now I'm tryna head up to the lab |
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I headed to the studio open the door |
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Say wassup to everybody who was 'posed perform |
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I'm bout to record they know |
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I'm smokin' of course |
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Blow some haze in the air pull out my notebook |
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Then I head up to the booth load the beat off my email |
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Phone on silent ignorin' calls from females |
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My man Josh sit down get the tempo |
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Put on my headphones |
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Ight, let's go |
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I let go intro the beats startin' |
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Say a couple words try not to be retarded |
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Cuz Im a goofy dude doin what |
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I choose to do |
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Eatin' tracks up like some snacks call me scooby doo |
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Now the beat about to drop verse 1 |
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Its like a whirlwind the soldier pull the first gun |
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Everything's blank it's just me and the mic |
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I don't read a lot so |
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I try and see what |
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I writeVisualize the melody, hypnotize everybody watchin |
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I hope they ain't blink they eyes |
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Cuz you don't wanna miss a ****in second |
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When I'm catchin wreck |
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I be in the booth goin' off try to catch my breath |
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Couple more bars couple seconds left |
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Killin' em softly takin' extra steps |
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They never guessed |
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I be murderin' and blessin' |
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Ight the first done but before we start the second |
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We gotta do man shit |
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Doubles and ad libs |
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And Josh makin' sound like magic |
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He a old school genius with the pro tools |
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Tryna school me on everything that the pros do |
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I tell him that he needs to think it in the book |
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But for now we makin guap just singin' on some hooks |
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So I don't worry bout the chorus |
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The track gotta hook on it |
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And my verses wit dat, they sound good on it |
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Now I do a second maybe do a third |
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If I'm in the mood to go crazy with my words |
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I take a lil' break got some haze to burn |
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The cast sittin' outside can wait they turn |
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We makin' classics in the session |
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Mom's askin me these questions(When you comin' home you got school) |
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Naw, I'm suspended |
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After this track done burn the last blunt smokin' good |
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Payin' for my time with stolen goods |
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Say peace to whoever, outside its dark |
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I'm blowed and can't find where the **** |
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I parkedSo |
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I beep the car, oh there it is |
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Lets go ahead and hip hop in the whip |
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Light them cigarette and sit |
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Gotta ride homie ahead of us(Sprunked) in the back |
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Tell my man wit the whip to bump on my track |
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Tryna ride out, and |
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I'm high now |
