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作词 : Harvey, Hines, Weston |
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Intro： |
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Ha ha yeah, huh, uhh |
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Uhh yeah, huh, ha ha ha |
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Skunk hash in the house |
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Uhh uhh, skunk hash representin |
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Sess sess on the sack, uhh uhh |
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Verse 1: |
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Well biggity bang boom bamma, your robby, bustin my grandmother like |
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Cherries |
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*******s wanna follow but they know my style varies |
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I smoke like a fire and i drink like a fish |
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I be the rapper junkie gettin funky, never miss a diss (boy) |
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Now is it just me or is it you too? |
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But all i wanna do is spark a blunt and drink some ******* brew (me too |
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*******) |
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The ******* smoker, mc provoker |
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No joker, my style be ******r cos it fat like oprah |
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Take a toke and blow the smoke like a dragon |
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Timberland boots'll keep my ******* jeans saggin |
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Pour out my liquor, bust some *******s that we missin |
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It's just a tradition, the 40 keep me drunk and pissin |
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This ain't the mission, easy rider's got to go (c'mon) |
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We're only smokin phillies, white owls or optimols |
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We've got the flows that are better with every letter |
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I keep it wetter, *******s better get they *******t together |
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To raise the lever cos we're never goin out |
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So if you didn't know when, ******* this what we about (boy) |
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We about uhh |
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Chorus: |
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A 40 and a blunt (you know my steelo) |
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A 40 and a blunt (you know, you know my steelo) |
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A 40 and a blunt (you know my steelo) |
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A 40 and a blunt (you know my stee, you know my steelo) |
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*repeat* |
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Verse 2: |
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Ashes to ashes and blunt to blunt |
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See i fill em with thai or i fill em with skunk (punk) |
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I keeps it on lock but son i gots to come correct (what?) |
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The *******t that i be smokin get'cha open like a tek |
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Check the glaze in my eyes, no disguise |
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And i smoke so much boom that i should win a ******* heisman and wise like |
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The wise |
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I buys ten bags for dolo (and yo) |
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Sick of *******s askin "yo what up with k solo?" |
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Well i'ma ******* bastard when it comes to gettin blasted |
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If it's the ha*******sh then ******* that ole two-in-passion |
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Cos oh my god, i hog the blunt like a boss |
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Baby sip the 'orty til the 'orty get me source |
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Court forcin down with no shorts and no laws |
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When it's down to the spit like tela rocks and it's yours |
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Just take a hit a'time or wacked raps in your slits |
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So peep the cracks in my lips to the black fingertips |
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******* cos i crack you up like the riddler (word up) |
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Plus i come to get higher than hitler |
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Lay sessions with the skunk, keep my tape stretchin |
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From a section to *******s on lock in state correction |
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So when i'm in your town at a club near you (aiyo) |
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If you got the bomb. mther******s bring it thru |
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How we do |
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Chorus to fade |