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Make marijuana legal, make marijuana legal |
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Make marijuana legal, make marijuana legal (well speak your mind then) |
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Ok, I will, no one has the right to tell me what I can do with my own body |
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What I can eat, drink or smoke, this is a free country |
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And no one can take away my constitutional rights |
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Hey man, can you put me on and I can say anything I want |
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Is that what I need to do? (Yea) |
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Then why isin't alcohol made illegal? Why isin't that |
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While you drinking it, it hang on and disposes your liver |
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Besides that, it's a habitat for alcohol |
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Besides that, cigarettes are much worse than pot |
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No one ever got killed by pot (you tell 'em, you tell 'em) |
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God damn it, man, everything, you can get us anything you want |
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(Anything you want, marijuana legal |
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Make marijuana legal, what's so bad anyway |
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What's so bad about feeling good? |
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There's nothing wrong with blowing crack, yea!) |
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Yo, stop, look & listen, guess who coming up? |
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And y'all was dumb enough to think that Method's number's up |
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Pockets so fat, they need a tummy tuck, you hungry ****s |
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Can sum it up, I give my money up, spit at a honey |
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Then split a honey Dutch, roll it up, can't roll with us |
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If you can't hold your liquor, throw it up, y'all know what up |
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See we them niggaz, ain't no hoe in us, the flow is nuts |
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I'm off the meter, momma wished that I was off the reefer |
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But, for now, I got this game up in the cobra clutch |
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Plus, the silverback gorilla swigger, shot of Tequila to the gut |
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Nigga, trust, I got that Killa up |
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What y'all ain't feelin' us? Ain't feelin' ya |
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When half ya niggaz posing similar, yea |
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Ladies and gents, I think this game need a enema, yea |
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It's 'common sense', I Used 2 Love H.E.R., now they pimpin' her, yeah |
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But if you Enter the Wu-Tang, you tripping |
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Like somebody tied together your shoestring, now listen |
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I'm the, real deal, come on, come back to get ya like bad karma |
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Y'all niggaz is throwing rocks with glass armor |
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**** the court system, pleading the fifth |
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And if Def Jam is deaf, start reading my lips |
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I'm cocky, possibly I got my reasons and shit |
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They ain't built a man that can stop me from feeding my kids |
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And if you don't know where I'm coming from, never know where I be in |
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Most likely, where ya start at'll be the place where you eating |
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And anybody hating on him, hating on them |
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That's right, anybody hating on him, hating on them, mother****ers |
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How could you ever say that I'm washed up |
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When I'm the dirtiest thing in sight |
