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(feat. Absolute On End and Mr. Garth-Culti-Vader) |
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Potluck! Roll up the window |
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Dank alumni, back up in this bitch |
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Roll up the window |
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[UnDeRaTeD:] |
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It's ****ed up, I'm too high, and I still want more |
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And it's ****ed up that we have too much good weed to ignore |
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So we closing all doors and closing all the windows too |
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Hope you ain't smoking, watch what secondhand will do |
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It's the hotbox anthem, it's not a joke, put your hands up |
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The room is filled with smoke, so many blunts you can't stand up |
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Humboldt bud shows in high times magazine |
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And where I'm from, were fillin bags of weed for Halloween |
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Get in the truck, hit the blunt, get the visine |
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Roll the windows up, were puff n tuff till our eyes bleed |
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Five jays a day the only way to get by |
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This ain't fake like the movies half baked and how high |
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Walked into a party ain't got no ice on |
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But I got the best weed you seen in your life dog |
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Hit it you might fall, I'm right in my life ya'll |
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And critics talkin shit like this is a gimmick, **** all ya'll! |
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[Chorus: One Ton] |
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This ain't a club song shakin and dancing |
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This ain't a love song singing and romancing |
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This ain't a pop song about your favorite fashion |
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Were here to smoke a blunt, this is the hotbox anthem |
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[Garth Vader:] |
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Hop into my hotbox AKA my office, I got it |
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It's Mr. Garth-culti-vader growing these pounds of purple chronic |
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When I get up on it most people call me the reefer doctor |
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Living in the tent with my twelve gauge watching for helicopters |
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I broke you off something kind of proper when I go get? |
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I'm watching out for crooked coppers in my golden state |
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I can't stop it Mary Jane is out on another day |
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I'll just wait till my harvest? With some grapes |
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Not the ones from Napa but believe people be coming after this rapper |
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Because they know I'm a ****in disaster |
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When I bring the master kush straight from the plant stalks |
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Id like to welcome everybody to this hot box |
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[One Ton:] |
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Roll up the window smoking on a blunt, roll up the window turn the music up to bump |
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You ready to burn? Yep. Ok cool. |
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Let's blaze up every molecule |
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Well I got a few well make gravity is on top of you |
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**** yeah! I got it, I'll hit it up in my spare time, I'll get ya high |
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I'll get that lighter, I got some fire, do it quick before expire |
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Showin em I was born to roll like I was master ace |
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So whatcha talkin about suburban for dubs |
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I'm talkin ace straight to the face |
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It's dank alumni, we smoking brass and weed |
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This smells like ass to me when you have to breathe |
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Cause every time I go to inhale, it's like? |
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Pack that bowl, hit it homie, you passed out |
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I'm doin dope fo sho, smokin trees, getting slow |
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Everything turns to I don't know |
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I don't wanna quit so I still roll |
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Man I still blowin my dough |
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Let's go get high like was sup? |
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Only time I shut the **** up |
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Is every time the windows go up |
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So if you hotbox, hit it hard till it hurts |
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So I can get to the other side like? Trying to convert |
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[Chorus: One Ton] |
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This is dank alumni, we make fascia aroma therapy |
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Smokin cultural taking out a teepee like a Cherokee |
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A belished desire to smoke |
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Clouds developing start taking shapes lookin like the holy ghost |
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Don't you break the tag cough a drop ash in the interior, the hot box |
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I swear you'll be short in breath that'll make you inferior, that's top notch |
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Marijuana songs that beats the bounce of girls of hop scotch |
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Rollin blunts the size of redwood trees, joints the size of sasquatch |
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Inhale steam to let's your eyes sink |
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Whirling spells casted to reveal reflect the thoughts that I think |
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Positive progress towards liberation |
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No org local laws dedication the process |
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Blaze your favorite band without the guilty conscious |
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[One Ton:] |
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I roll ounces of bang |
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More changes stay the same |
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I gotta hustle this game |
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You can catch me in my Chevy with my windows rollin up |
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Cause only you got perfect time to finish rollin a blunt |
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Still bumping gangsta rap |
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Still screaming ****in cop like my car is on fire |
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When I'm cruising down the block |
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It's Smokey in the inside like the hot box anthem |
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My weed gets your brain like your smoking Charles Manson |
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The east they're smoking Phillies, the west we Rollin switches |
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Some people packing bong hits, some people joint twists' |
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But me smokes it all got a PHD, that's a pothead degree, wrap pot, best believe |
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I'll smoke a couple of P's just modest of me |
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When it comes to havin fire, I'm as hottest can be |
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I'm smoking like a chief, notice me, I'm holding cheese |
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Cause up in Humboldt county all are money growing trees |
