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Hey, hit this mother******* |
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God, hit that *************t, hit that ************* |
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It's 4:20, y'all, we got love |
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Is this mother******* on? |
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At night I can't sleep, |
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I toss and turn |
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Chronic sticks in the door |
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Visions of bongs being burned |
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D-Loc, just call me a stoner |
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A paranoid smoker with my finger on my poker |
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People puffin' stress ain't living right |
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But I ain't going out without my pipe |
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See, every time |
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I pull a load, |
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I start sweatin' |
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Smoke starts coming out my nose |
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There's somebody slaggin' some sacks |
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But I don't know who it is so |
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I'm watching my back |
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It's a cop and he's deep undercover |
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When I toke, |
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I won't see the mother*******s[Incomprehensible] |
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Caddy like our own |
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A sack of fruit and a bong like my own |
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Some might say, take a chill, |
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DBut ************* that *************t, there's a pig trying to diss me |
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I popped in the rip of my indo |
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Every twenty seconds |
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I be smoking another bowl |
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Investigating joints for traps, checkin' my herbs for a branch |
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I'm staring at my girl on the corner |
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It's ****** up when my mind's playing tricks on her |
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My mind's playing tricks on her |
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I got a big |
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Afro, I drive old cars |
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Ain't nobody roll like me, it's like |
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I'm a movie star |
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But late at night something ain't right |
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Somebody's coming in and they taking all my grow lights |
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Is it that dude tryin' to steal all my crops? |
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Or could it be the one that sold the hydroponic rocks? |
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Or is it that one claimin' he had the power |
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Tryin' to grow herb but it was h'emp pure and flower? |
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Reach under my seat |
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Grabbed [Incomprehensible] |
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Ain't no use to me to lie |
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They would scare us than a mother******* |
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Transplant complete and |
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I told them all sixty-five days |
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And that *************t will be done with, ounce nugs just like |
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I figuredCannabis cup, |
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Kings Blend is the winner |
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And what I saw, make your head start wrigglin' |
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Three rip cripplin' stoney senior citizens |
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I live by the bud, |
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I take my clones everywhere |
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I goBecause |
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I'm paranoid |
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I keep looking over my shoulder, peeping around corners |
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My mind's playing tricks on me |
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My mind is playing tricks on me |
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Day by day, it's more impossible to cope |
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Daddy-X smokin' off pounds of **** |
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Can't keep a steady hand because |
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I'm nervous |
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Slanging buds, got a door to door service |
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Knee deep in the mother******' business |
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Cold hearted with no room for forgiveness |
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I got birth about three and a half [Incomprehensible]215 ******' me down in |
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OCThe punk claimed that he knew |
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Johnny Richter |
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Something about his |
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X girl that he *************ed her |
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I got phat sounds in my ride |
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Way too many friends that have died |
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I got a baby girl to look after |
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I play the role like a mother******' actor |
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Big daddy plant seeds in my wife |
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Plan on being down for life |
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Got the baddest ************* in the whole city |
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With two fat big brown, big ass ******* |
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And they're the types |
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I be suckin' on |
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D-Loc, come and pack up my zong |
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My mother******g sacks' getting lonely |
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My mind's playing tricks on me |
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I'm feeling high, my sacks getting lonely |
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Goddamn, homie, my mind's playing tricks on me |
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I'm feeling high, my sacks getting lonely |
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Goddamn, homie, my mind's playing tricks on me |
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This year 420 fell on a weekend |
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Kottonmouth |
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Kings is trick or treating |
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Robbin' little kids for sacks[Incomprehensible] got behind our ass |
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Broke the ************* out and said late |
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Skate to my house sucker sittin' down by my gate |
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We were in for a session no doubt |
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Reached in my pocket, you know what |
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I pulled out |
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The G13 then the zong was delivered |
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But this battle just called for something bigger |
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A bong about six or seven feet |
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A specialty piece, |
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I envisioned in my sleep |
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Pulled out the triple beam on 'em |
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Dropping them mother******' |
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G's on 'em |
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The more I smoke ,the more high |
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I grewThen he disappeared and my boys disappeared too |
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Then I felt just like a fiend |
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The *************t was brown, man, it wasn't even green |
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I was high as ************* in the street |
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And to top it all off |
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I broke my zong on the concrete |
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Goddamn, homie, my mind is playing tricks on me |
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My mind's playing tricks on me |
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My mind's playing tricks on me |
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I'm feeling high, my sacks getting lonely |
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Goddamn, homie, my mind's playing tricks on me |
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I'm feeling high, my sacks getting lonely |
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Goddamn, homie, my mind's playing tricks on me |
