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(Freestyle) |
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D.E.V- I.N, tryin, my luck, tryin to see what |
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I can do see what |
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I can come up with. |
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Shits in my head, eyes red |
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I'm high. |
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The weed I have is like the weed back in the day times five. |
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And you see that's all |
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I need yup a brotha get high. |
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Score a zip, roll a splif and pass that other shit by. |
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I'm smoking while |
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I'm creeping, before |
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I get there, when |
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I'm leaving. |
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The only time that |
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I'm not cheifing is when |
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I'm eating or |
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I'm sleeping. |
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While the bitch next door at the motel room. |
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Calling downstairs talking bout that hoe smell fumes. |
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But the manager gets high he told her that he'll go check, damn near broke his neck running up to the room to smoke this shit. |
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When I'm stable it's on the table don't take it when |
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I travel they love me when |
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I get there, there's plenty gifts to unravel. |
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I baffle the minds of workers at the laundry mat. |
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They think my clothes been worn by a walking ganja plant, but my job requires me to smoke all day and if |
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I'm caught with no weed they'll let me go with no pay. |
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So I lay out on the couch scratch my nuts on my days off. |
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Hoping I don't get laid off. |
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Cause I'm kinda short a weed can |
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I please buy a quarter. |
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I oughta by a whole fuckin pound need to bring the price down on that shit yea hit it just a lil' bit and get my dooby out the ash tray smoke like it's my last day breathing. |
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Indeed I lead by example. |
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Hit the cannabis cup to see what weed |
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I can sample. |
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Let me look at the menu nigga throw a dime to me, damn that got some shit they call porcupine pussy. (Let me smell that shit) |
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Get the torch, head to the porch, light it up and hit it till it's down to a roach. |
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My seventeen year old son |
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I told him leave it alone, but when he's eighteen he grown we might go half on a zone. |
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But he choose not to use and |
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I'm, glad, |
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I hope at last, so he won't be, poking in my stash. |
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Smoking grass since the tender age of thirteen, it was dirt green but still in the morning first thing we would, spark it up. |
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Get high , everybody, spark it up. |
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Especially on |
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Fridays I'd be higher than the muthafucka walking through the halls. |
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See niggas on speed, niggas bouncing off the walls. |
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I pause for a minute nah nigga keep dipping, keep flipping got some more (cough) cough and sipping to do. |
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Holla at you muthafuckas in a few. |
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To catch him it might just take awhile, it's hard to hate his style, as he glides through the crowd making the ladies smile. |
