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[feat. Scoop Deville] |
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[Intro:] |
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Smoke weed everyday |
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I wanna get so high |
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Smoke weed everyday |
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Until the day that I die |
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Smoke weed everyday |
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[Verse 1:] |
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She told me I should write a song so she can smoke |
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And the fact I'm rapping that I don't is an ongoing joke |
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As she lit and took a toke she choked a little then she spoke |
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She said she bought so much weed it'll probably make her broke |
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But life is heavy, bills are big, and bitches always stressing |
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So she keeps a bag of trees under her panties in her dresser |
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She looks so fucking sexy with a blunt between her lips |
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So I always cop her dutches from the store on my trips |
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And she can tell what kinda shit you smoking by the smell |
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And music sounds better to her when she's high as hell |
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She grew up playing Cypress Hill and to the death |
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She said her last dying breath would be to puff with Meth |
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The cheeba cheeba queen, super reefer fiend |
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Marijuana mama, arteries that bleed green |
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I swear to God and pray she'll never ever get away |
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Cause she cause she cause she |
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[Chorus:] |
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Smoke weed everyday |
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I wanna get so high |
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Smoke weed everyday |
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Until the day that I die |
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Smoke weed everyday |
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I wanna get so high |
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Smoke weed everyday |
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Until the day that I die |
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Smoke weed everyday |
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Until the day that I die |
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[Verse 2:] |
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Yeah I'm huffing, I'm chiefing, jumping off the deep end she fiending |
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Cause I'm off the top when I speak it and she smoke a lot just like me |
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And we break it down then we roll, we smoke the pot like a stove |
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Like we cooking but we booking from the cops on the low |
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Friends be laughing and cracking jokes in the room full of smoke |
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I keep an O everywhere I go, she know I'm a blow |
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A couple more of these and we gonna need some snacks from the store |
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Hey bro-bro, I got the dough-dough, we drinking, don't forget the 4-0s |
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And the Zig-Zags low-pro, fuck the po-po's |
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I swing a four door, shit looking like a showboat |
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And we in high definition, watch your wishes go up in smoke |
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Like Cheech, I ain't talking about Chong |
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Be real, I'm sneaking hits from the bong |
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We know that it's right when everybody say it's wrong |
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I'm on cloud nine, fuck around and I'm a buy me a farm of that bomb |
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Wishing Nate Dogg could sing this song, let's go |
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[Chorus:] |
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Smoke weed everyday |
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I wanna get so high |
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Smoke weed everyday |
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Until the day that I die |
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Smoke weed everyday |
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I wanna get so high |
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Smoke weed everyday |
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Until the day that I die |
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Smoke weed everyday |
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Until the day that I die |
