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Roll it up then, no frontation |
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Smoke it up then, heal the nation |
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Roll it up then, burn the ganja |
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I need to pass the roach because it's burning my hand |
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Let me take you on a trip, deep where I venture |
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With the P-Town ballers in the city of Placentia |
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Tell 'em what were gonna do? Fool, I though you knew |
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We're gonna fishbowl this bitch and roll the avenue |
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Man, I'm 'bout to park it so we can get to spark it |
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We'll score a fat sack and there won't be no more then |
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We'll make a right turn the shef'll burn |
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Break out the two four and put the bowl on turn |
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We need to hurry up because my high's straight escapin' |
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We need a sixty roll because this bowl, I'm sick of scrapin' |
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We're gettin' low on herb, I found a twenty on the curb |
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I got about a fifty, so Loc, what's the word? |
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It's superb, we 'bout to blaze it |
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We'll score a fat sack and smoke till we're hazin' |
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Never perpetrate me because we just got lifted |
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Saint call some freaks, why me? Because you're gifted |
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Roll it up then, no frontation |
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Smoke it up then, heal the nation |
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Roll it up then, burn the ganja |
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I need to pass the roach because it's burning my hand |
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Saint, we got low 'cuz we smoked all our dope |
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That shit was straight legit, when I hit it, I almost choked |
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Man, he broke and too bad, we ain't no joke |
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Two hits and pass Saint, man, I want another roll |
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The sap oversoked, man, I want some mo' |
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That shit got me tipsy, I almost fell out the door |
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Well, look at Saint's eyes, is that sucker livin'? |
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Shake him or somthin' that fool's start trippin' |
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What's a man to do when the avenues of life comes crashin' down? |
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It makes me think twice, with the J out your hand |
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You ain't nothin' but a rookie |
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Tryin' to drop science but your mind is playin' hooky |
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Pay attention Loc, I only speak the truth |
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Sing along with the song, sendin' out to the youth |
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Roll a man a joint and he'll smoke for a night |
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Teach him how to roll and he'll smoke for life |
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Roll a man a joint and he'll smoke for a night |
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Teach him how to roll and he'll smoke for life |
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Roll it up then, no frontation |
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Smoke it up then, heal the nation |
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Roll it up then, burn the ganja |
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I need to pass the roach because it's burning my hand |
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Man, I'm gettin' stressed, I need to hit the cess |
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I need to get some herb so I can calm my nerves |
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Let's get some Sensemilla, it's twenty a quarter |
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Naw let's get some kind bud it's willin' to float ya |
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Now check it out, I get a twenty from my girl |
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I get a quarter bag of the MC Shwag that makes you hurl |
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Look what I got, I just got my double chamber |
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We smoke it with the everlast clip, prepare for danger |
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And if a stranger wants to get a taste of it |
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He can take a hit and trip and pay me for my grip |
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I try to have two sacks in case one gets lonely |
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There's a sign on my door that says bud smokers only |
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Bud smokers only, bud smokers only |
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There's a sign on my door that says 'Bud Smokers Only' |
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Man, I'm gettin' hungry, we need to get some food |
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Man, I need some chronic to get me in the mood |
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Well, hold up, my pager is blowin' up |
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Oh yeah, that's X-Daddy, looks like we'll be rollin' up |
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Roll it up then, smoke it up then, roll it up then |
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Roll it up then, smoke it up then, roll it up then |
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Roll it up then, smoke it up then, roll it up then |
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