| Smoke-smoke-smokin!
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| Fucked up mayne
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| E 40, Snoop Dogg, d Dogg Pound
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| (I'm high as fuck!)
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| Intoxicated, elevated
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| My heart just won’t calm down
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| Get it right, smokin on a burrito wrapped tight
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| Up there, sittin on d edge a d moonlight bat tonight
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| Key, show me in d Bible where it say you can’t smoke weed, proceed
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| Inhale, exhale blow donut size wid da smoke, choke
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| Breathe (breathe), follow ma lead, indicacoes, hydroponiclees
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| Spinach, broccoli, greens, guess life is much better than it seems
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| Kinda feel like I got wings, get her to party off of dis smellie,
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| I probably get her to do some things
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| Got a 2 litre bottle a Sprite an I fill that up wid Landi, an a non smoker
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| sweet red dixie cup for a ashtray
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| Daz up under d door so don’t put d smoke detector out but here come Hector d
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| home protective security tryin to kick us out
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| Sayin we talkin hella loud, warnin me an ma guests (guests)
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| Told us we gotta leave if there’s one more complaint at d front desk
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| Smokin an drinkin is what I does, I don’t know about you
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| But imagine wakin up in d mornin with nothin else to do (nothin else to do)
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| Bitch!
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| What you sippin on, so faded
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| What you smokin on, so faded
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| Intoxicated, elevated
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| My heart just won’t calm down
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| A ricki-ticki timbo, we got dat endo
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| Right from da intro, nope dats pretendo
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| Me no comprendo, back out ma benzo
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| A/C on 71, I let d wind blow
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| Trunk bumpin dat shit, ma big cousin Earl he keep a cup a dat shit
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| See I been tryna roll tryna ride while I step on a slide
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| While I reppin that, mothafuckin west side
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| That’s where we come from, sling shots, marbles an double dutch
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| I keep two guns so they call me double clutch
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| Pop three, yatsi, Carlos Rossi, Earl hit Calvin den he round up d posse
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| Set it off, let it off, pow-pow, like Indians we had a big pow wow
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| We got da alcohol, we got d vegetables
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| Original, magical, mystical, twisted pal
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| What you sippin on, so faded
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| What you smokin on, so faded
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| Intoxicated, elevated
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| My heart just won’t calm down
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| I’m high, I’m tryna get grounded
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| Bonkin dat new shit, alumni drownin
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| Everythang around me, stop at d light I’m stuck, I can’t help it I’m high as
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| fuck
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| Dibble dabble with d kush an I mix it up with d acid I roll it up in d blanket,
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| I hit it an look at Daz
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| Like damn dat shit is bombin
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| I’m faded, only in Cali dese are legal, we medicated
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| I’m so elevated, so so levitated
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| Toe down from d floor up, you know I’m culptivated
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| Equal it all out, forty grams on d scale, sixty bout to switch dis out it’s
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| time to inhale inhale
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| Smokin on dem swishies, for ma niggas an bitches
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| You know who got dat bom bom, we, so come get wid us
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| Huff, puff in d sky an I can’t come down, high as a mothafucka it’s E 40 an
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| Dogg Pound (pow)
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| What you sippin on, so faded
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| What you smokin on, so faded
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| Intoxicated, elevated
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| My heart just won’t calm down |