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Now normally I don't put myself on front street |
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But as sure as the chocolate paper make the blunt sweet |
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I get the best New York City bomb shit |
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Visions of alien life from a bong hit |
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Nah dog down the block they be selling dirt |
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One hit off this shit and ya cerebellum work |
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Ya gotta keep yourself under observation |
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Having a two day analytical conversation |
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A laugh attack with nothing to laugh at |
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Car full of spics smoked out in a hatchback |
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Get me a Philly and candy |
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Then get bent watching the Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy |
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Hate running outta weed when I need some |
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Got me digging through the house for weed crumbs |
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I hope that's it that might be it hold it |
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Roll that shit light that shit smoke it |
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When I was a little lad I had a little drag |
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Of grass mixed with killer hash, Dad never hid his stash |
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I'd separate the seeds from the skunk |
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Pops was so high he'd lock the keys in the trunk |
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Late on a school night |
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Leave for a weed run |
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Seeing the reruns, feening he needs some |
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Candles and statues and doing voodoo |
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Then you get the munchies for some oodles of noodles |
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Then he get paranoid and start a home search, |
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"We have a prowler. Anthony, you go first, |
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Ssh you hear that? The sound from last night?" |
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I'm scared in the hall with a knife and a flashlight |
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That's me at age 11 |
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Catch a contact in Tremont with Jay and Kevin |
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________________ rolled the weed and blazed with brethren |
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Fingertips is yellow from the haze's resin |
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Light up the broccoli |
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Roll up the cheeba |
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The highest monopoly(?) smoking some reefer |
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Puffin the cess till the blunt's gone |
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Ain't nothing like the green from a Mexican from lawn |
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You got the indo |
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You got that catnip |
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In '86 they'd say roll up a fat spliff |
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From chronic to ganja to sour diesel |
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I'm high on strawberry fields as if I was a Beatle |
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Remember Amsterdam twisting up lemon haze |
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Started a torch been about 11 days |
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(Where was I?) |
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Oh Amsterdam lemon haze never had a better blaze than rolling up with Jerr and Dave |
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Or when I met that chick on 1st and Grand |
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We got high and kissed till our spit turned to sand |
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Or sellin with J, he was broke and going bottom |
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Went outta business quick cos he smoked up all the product |
