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It's another one of them smoking songs, ya know what I'm saying? |
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Where my pot heads at? |
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Right here aha, yeah, yeah, CT, check it |
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We rollin trees and smokin la la la la la |
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Another weed song from me |
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Burning more trees than Cheech Chong |
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Red and Meth or roll together in the same L |
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We smoke blunts all day you can't tell? Hell |
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I'm stompin in with my boots on |
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Rollin to the diner with my half off coupon |
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Fuck, I been burnin since I was newborn |
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So high flying through space with Jimmy Neutron |
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That's how I do mon, rock the rhythm |
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You would think I had a mother fucking pot prescription |
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Like the doctor's flippin |
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My grass stay fresh cut, sticky icky wet stuff, put it in the next dutch |
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But last time I had a checkup, the doc said my brain was not fully developed |
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Fuck, but it just don't matter, I'm a half to roll the next blunt fatter hah |
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La la la la la |
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Just break it up and smoke that la la la la la |
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Now twist it up and smoke that la la la la la |
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Now light it up and smoke that la la la la la |
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And then you keep on burnin |
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The way this weed hit your chest should invest in Kevlar |
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Chillin on Saturn, cruisin in the XR |
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Everyday I got the best bars |
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And the best weed same color as Reptar |
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Yes, we stay lightin up the purple |
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In my own entourage smoking like Turtle |
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Fuck all the commercials, they all straight lies |
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Actin like I'm gonna kill a mother fucker cause I'm high |
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The most I'm likely to do is open the fridge, chill on the couch, and never end up leaving my crib, shit |
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But that's just how I do |
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Stay high, seeing from my birds eye view |
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I walk into a room and everybody starts sniffin |
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"Like, oh my God, I can guarantee that's Christian, " |
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"It's nine in the morning yo what the fuck's with him? " |
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And I'm like, "Chill! I've got a weed addiction like." |
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We lightin ganja ganja, every day we burn dutchies |
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And then we stay around more trees than Fern Gully |
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I earn money, spend on weed, and burn money |
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Got the dice in my hand, can't take my turn from me |
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I rip like a beast when I hit the beats |
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But it's just weed when they say I'm equipped with heat, please |
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Shit's leaving you in disbelief |
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I'm that monster at your door, bitch, trick-or-treat |
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The way I freestyle, shit, it really baffles me |
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Cause I'm a pot head, call me Johnny Appleseed |
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I got a dub and a dutch, let's roll and spark |
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Til we start to see shit like Joan of Arc |
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I know I'm smart, I know I'm nice |
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That's why you can't see me like a poltergeist |
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Smokin la la la, give that bowl a light |
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Grab the bong even tighter than I hold the mic, like |
