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It's time to smoke |
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Blaze all day, every day |
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Each way, the right way |
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My way, greenhay, we high |
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Been there done that |
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Big blunts, fat sacks |
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Hit it fast, make it last |
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First class, we blaze |
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Shit's all finger licking good when you rollin' through the hood |
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Twistin Lincoln logs are hard so we burning up the wood |
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Cuz I be smokin, drunk, drinking weed and pairing skunk |
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I like to smoke a bitch and been known to slap a blunt |
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Make the crowd jump, people say them kids got styles |
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Renting jewels for your videos you frontin' with that smile |
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Acting wild but you ain't even skirt in the pit |
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Talking shit, ain't worth a lick |
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You wanna bark, then you'll get bit, woof |
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Blow the roof off like an atom bomb |
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D-Loc to Johnny Richter's like ping to pong |
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Ain't nothing wrong, don't fix shit if it ain't broke |
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We ain't no jokes, you know the kings by the size of our tokes, |
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Motherfuckers |
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Blaze all day, every day |
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Each way, the right way |
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My way, greenhay, we high |
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Been there done that |
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Big blunts, fat sacks |
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Hit it fast, make it last |
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First class, we blaze |
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My voice is swayin, people always ask me what I'm sayin' |
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Playin' (shottie?) for the women, so I'm smooth operating |
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Just (plain gamin?), while you smokin on the hay |
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And for the peeps who are working (??) start your savin' |
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I keep it clean shaven, around 4 corners |
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We warned ya, no dank is strong enough to hold us |
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Like soldiers we fold ya, keep our composure |
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Roll you in a joint, light you up and smoke ya |
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Only take so much shwag, made me (??) and gag, |
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It's time to smoke some (??) so i reached in my bag |
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Fix my sag as i pulled out my orange zig zags |
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You know the Kottonmouth Kings, the worlds' greatest tag |
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Team, we gleam, i spit poisonous juice |
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Abuse microphones, let my flow run loose |
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Calling out all troops, puttin' weight up on the table |
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Bring a scale, round by round, check the soundscan |
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Damn D-Loc we the cream of the crop, |
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DJ Bobby B, Daddy X, and Pak, who locks to beats |
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Sportin' high top docs, slangin' pounds of pot |
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Take from us, better not |
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Blaze all day, every day |
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Each way, the right way |
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My way, greenhay, we high |
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Been there done that |
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Big blunts, fat sacks |
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Hit it fast, make it last |
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First class, we blaze |
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I got a knack for bud smoke chronic (??) |
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D-Loc's no joke, toke for toke, he'll float your boat |
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(??) down my throat, took off my coat |
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Was it wet? It was soaked |
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Out smoke you? Not really, nope |
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Sat back and had a coke, relaxed and had a smoke |
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A little bit of change, some dank, I was broke |
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No dollar stretched out, felt like a stroke |
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Brain transformed, like I was on the dose |
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Provoke, no coke, I never done roak |
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You gotta ring around your nose, take a hit off my roach |
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Tryin' to ball like the most, burnt like a piece of toast |
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On the coast to coast, deep in the post |
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Got my eyes on my crops, watchin' over my gross |
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Just daze you a little, damn he's kinda dope |
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(I see that I might have underestimated him |
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You have obviously underestimated my power) |
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Blaze all day, every day |
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Each way, the right way |
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My way, greenhay, we high |
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Been there done that |
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Big blunts, fat sacks |
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Hit it fast, make it last |
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First class, we blaze |
