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If it ain't green it ain't us |
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Your parents hate us because we smell like canibus |
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And remind them of the incubus |
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Another freak of the night |
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With excessable roachclips, bongs and weed pipe |
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We comin' with the straight 28 |
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A full o.z, only fuckin' with the weed |
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You can keep the nosebleed |
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Bash on you haters actin' like you know me |
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Twiztid muthafucka what you got on my tree? |
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I smoke it down to the ash |
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Burning lips and finger tips |
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On for helly shit and take no bullet and passin' it |
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Right to the ashtray where it belongs |
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From the bag to the j to the drape to the bong |
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Smoke alotta weed, cloud nine |
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Space flying |
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People try to front like I don't |
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But I can see it inside them |
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Put the flame on the end of the weed and start the session |
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And I'mma smoke it all up quick without a question |
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I hope you brought the papers |
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You know I brought the trees |
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So roll another joint |
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And hand that bitch to me |
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We do this everyday |
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So come get high with me |
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No matter what they tell us this is reality |
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Eyes blue out red I'm lookin' faded |
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Clothes stank like bud |
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And my finger tips is always resonated |
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We burnin' ganja with the windows up |
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I got a q.p a good green rub ready to puff |
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We smokin' entirely to much trees for average folks |
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But I never said that I was average |
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I like to smoke mad bags of weed |
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No stems, no seeds |
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All I really want and all I really need |
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I gotta tell you bitches |
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It ain't no smokin' for free |
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If you ain't fuckin' with me |
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Don't put your lips up on my muthafuckin' tree |
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Wreck us around us, like a zig zag |
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Light your whole block with a flame and take a big drag |
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We blaze trees on the highways in the driveways |
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In a casket I keep an axe and a fat sack with the zig zags |
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With a 2 blunt trademark trees every studio session we gettin' sparked |
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I hope you brought the papers |
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You know I brought the trees |
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So roll another joint |
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And hand that bitch to me |
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We do this everyday |
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So come get high with me |
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No matter what they tell us is this reality? |
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We smoke weed everyday |
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Regardless what you say |
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And every single night with the get right |
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You need to get up and shut up with all that pride |
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And all you non smokin' niggas get the fuck outside |
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Only weed smokers up this bitch tonight |
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Thick clouds of weed smoker green like kriptonite |
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I don't drink, shoot up or take x |
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Only three loves in life is bud death and sex |
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Gimme gimme green leafs laced up with hashish |
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When your ridin' dirty, watch for police |
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Listen and learn cuz I would never stir you wrong |
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Knowledge is accumelated like resons in bongs |
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(Water Bong) |
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(x2) |
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I hope you brought the papers |
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You know I brought the trees |
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So roll another joint |
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And hand that bitch to me |
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We do this everyday |
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So come get high with me |
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No matter what they tell us is this reality? |
