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Ahh |
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First day off probation, no wastin' time |
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Just like ancient times, and take a dime and roll it |
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Blaze it with no fear |
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After havin' to take piss tests for a whole year |
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Smokin' with a cold beer makes me kinda think |
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Why I don't like to drink heavily, 'cause what my P.O. was tellin' me |
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'You can't smoke and even eat poppy seeds |
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But you can buy liquor, and drink all you need' |
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It's callin' me, I used to drink Heineken's |
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Now it's 'bout 5 or 10, plus wine and gin |
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Hennessy, finishing the last drop |
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To the liquor store was a cash crop |
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Drive right past the grass spot |
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Doin' the dumbest shit I ever did in my life |
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Riskin' my life, |
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Resistin' arrest |
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It's in my flesh |
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Probably smell funny |
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And there go Del's money |
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Fast forward to 1998 |
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I smash more herb than those old day's |
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With a whole J to the face |
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Nah, I'm still feelin' gettin' drunk more than weed |
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But now we back in Amster-D, got some grams for me |
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Chocolate Thai and Purple Haze |
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And blocks of hash that make the J's last for days |
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Rollin' up so phat, circumference stuffed with major chronic |
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We can put a wager on it |
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When we first got out here in Europe it was everywhere |
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Even at the gas station, I was down in the mat |
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A fast pace, when I thought 'This shit ain't helpin' nothin' |
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When I can get elevated straight puffin' nothin |
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Chorus: |
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(Scratching) Straight puffin' nothin'... |
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(Scratching) Straight puffin' nothin'... |
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(Scratching) Straight puffin' nothin'... |
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The smokin' sessions was the best in the world |
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Plus the price was right, affordable, so more to use |
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So fat they deserve the Kodak |
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And no tax so I'm savin' |
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Not misbehavin' |
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That's a risk we takin', we ain't talkin' bout that |
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We in the outback, smokin' till my mouth's black, how's that? |
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Another ****ed up for sho', being blow |
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I sorta didn't get it crunk |
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When I was drunk |
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Slow that liquor down boy, hit this BM, Bob Marley |
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A tribute |
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'Cause it's probably as fat as it was he rolled |
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When he strolled |
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Down the same cobble stone streets |
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With his own beats |
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Another generation, a different time zone |
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With his mind blown, thinkin' up divine poems |
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Blessed by the father (?) |
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It's a father of spiritualities, since it all affects the Karma |
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I used the herb for good purposes |
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Some people are sure to diss, but up in Amsterdam they nurcher it |
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And I can't forget about (?) |
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This kid is brainia |
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Try to sell hard drugs there then they claimin' ya |
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Life, they only deal with real shit |
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All the bomb and hash you want to deal it |
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And all's well, they don't even sell it for much |
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And the cops don't really touch, 'cause it ain't slangin' dust |
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I'm writin' this, right now under the influence |
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But if you'd just torch those that say I shouldn't do this |
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Bob Marley'd out, at least 'til I'm back by the lake |
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But I might roll 1 or 2 for old times sake... |
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Chorus: |
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(Scratching) |