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(feat. Sadat X, John Dough) |
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"Never gonna give you up, no matter how you treat me" [x4] |
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[Diamond] |
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Now people used to tell me that if you smoked |
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You'd lose your hope, and it would stunt your growth |
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I used to chip in with the other young folks |
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Back when it came in little brown envelopes |
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Remember the day my moms found a tre |
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Bust my ass and at night I heard her pray |
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Lord don't let my boy succumb to |
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But it was too late, I already begun to |
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Hanging with the knuckleheads on my block |
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Smoking in the lobby looking out for cops |
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Sipping Private Stock, now my eyes are ******fty |
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Who got me covered on the next $2.50? |
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****** I ain't tripping, I passed out a few whippings |
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On deep throats in cheap coats who wouldn't chip in |
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It got me flipping, now everything's serene |
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Purple clouds and ultraviolet dreams |
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"Never gonna give you up, no matter how you treat me" [x4] |
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[Sadat X] |
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My old moms said that the smoke would harm |
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I'd be a crackhead or die with a needle in my arm |
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Tried to playy me out, my father was smoking that good lye at the time |
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That old grown man brown ****** with my aunts in the back |
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I'm a little ****** now saying "Why they acting like that?" |
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Coming out all high and laughy off some Richard Pryor tapes |
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Before he blew up his face trying to base |
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I was smoking ****** when half the ******s with me now was fronting |
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When cats was anti-drugs there was ****** seed in my rugs |
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I've been to the brown bags, the clear bags, and even the glass jars |
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I've been smoking with stars in parties and bars |
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I done got actresses high, the greatest athletes ****** up |
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Took some ******s from DC to the spot and they came and cracked a knot |
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And left the spot real hot, check it out |
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I get up in the morning, take a pee, and light up that good tree |
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Old girl often ask me why I always get so high |
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Because it keep me in touch and keep my ******t on the smash |
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And I ain't down with Rudy G no more cause he done ****** up the hash |
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"Never gonna give you up, no matter how you treat me" [x4] |
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[John Doe] |
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Picture me giving up my early moring marijuana |
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Reading a books, slef-entitled "The World According to ?Scamas?" |
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Yo herbals make the world calmer |
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True fact, no drama, old timers still smoke like farmers |
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I done heard many tales about the chunky black |
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Guess that's why I prefer the chunky black |
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Every day I'm reminded bout the dangers of smoking |
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8 o'clock I'm rolling L's, by 8:03 I be coughing |
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Rehab spots ain't for herb smokers |
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That's for extremely stressed stock brokers |
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Who bought four closers from a crack quoters smoke this |
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If you're offended by the fumes light an incense |
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She's not laced with infringements or buddhas |
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She wouldn't have the gall to fool us, please no intruders |
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She stays true to her students |
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Stayed loyal til I tamed her up |
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Took a trip to the greeny green kid and never gave her up |
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That's why |
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"Never gonna give you up, no matter how you treat me" [x4] |