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I snapped a load, watch it glow, glow, glow |
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Looks so fruity sittin' in my bowl |
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Thanks to Mary, Jane is my bro |
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Glow baby, glow baby, grow baby, glow |
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If you ask me how I'm living, my reply is 'I'm sold' |
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Smoked out, without a doubt |
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I keep a constant flow, of indo smoke pouring out my lungs |
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And you can strip to find a stash on the tip of my tongue |
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Marijuana, running through my veins |
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God's great gift comes in different strains |
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From the mainland (purps?) all the way to big island |
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Underground cultivation, yes I try to stay blasted |
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From to sea to sea, and I've also been known to plant seed after seed |
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Seven points on my flag when it's blowing in the wind |
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Prop 215 so let the games begin |
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Smoke as much as you want, Johnny Richter's everlastin |
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When you packin' a sacks, (??) |
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Your plants don't grow in that bud that be glowin |
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For once you have to ask, all the people never knowin |
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I snapped a load, watch it glow, glow, glow |
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Looks so fruity sittin' in my bowl |
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Thanks to Mary, Jane is my bro |
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Glow baby, glow baby, grow baby, glow |
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Yo, I can barely breathe, I need to kick a verse |
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The smoke's on my mind, and it's getting on my nerves |
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Observe, don't wanna look at my lungs |
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Shriveled like an old peach, pear, plum |
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Nicotine, I'd rather smoke some green |
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What does it take, and why do I fiend? |
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If I conquer this kick, I'd be crowned king |
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Wasting my money, four bucks a pack |
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Going out of my way for some dirt sticks at that |
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It's gettin to be crap, I'm all up out of wack |
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But I'm rowdy, I need to buy a patch |
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The dirty little camel is makin' me weeze |
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Go around to the castle where there's bongs and weed |
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I need to take a shit, got no time to think |
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There's a zong by the toilet, and some bud on the sink |
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Some bud on the sink, some bud on the sink |
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I snapped a load, watch it glow, glow, glow |
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Looks so fruity sittin' in my bowl |
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Thanks to Mary, Jane is my bro |
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Glow baby, glow baby, grow baby, glow |
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I knew a real stoner named D-Loc |
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Never went to sleep, smoked weed till the sun broke |
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Up all night with his pipe, puffin' indo |
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Evaporated herb, like (delapidating?) ozone |
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Sack after sack, after sack, now he's flat broke |
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About to get faded, take a toke, while the tape rolls |
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Kottonmouth Kings write rhymes on hemp stones |
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Daddy X don't smoke, and (??) |
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Save the best of the best, when pack it in the vest |
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You know the THC content you will never guess |
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Unless you invest, we can put it to the test |
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There's no stress for the cess, we all about the next guest |
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(??), now our minds spun, |
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We in a whole new place, lowered the lights |
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Bud stickin, laced, fruit taste, sticky |
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Nothing but dank, number one rank |
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No need to rush, sippin' buds by the crops |
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Those little red rocks in the hydroponic box |
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To keep the plants kissin, we got a drip system |
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Electronical device, liquid dice |
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(??) to the fullest and beautiful kolas |
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One puff, you clueless, to all you rookie smokers |
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(??) was stun, relation was won |
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We love to see our plants looki' pretty in the sun |
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I snapped a load, watch it glow, glow, glow |
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Looks so fruity sittin' in my bowl |
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Thanks to Mary, Jane is my bro |
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Glow baby, glow baby, grow baby, glow |
