| Rollin, smokin, chokin all dayyyyy
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| Smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke
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| Rollin rollin rollin, yeah…
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| Rollin, smokin, chokin all dayyyyy
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| C’mon, rollin rollin rollin, yeah
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| Give me some hydro
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| Flyin down 71, blowin big with the top down
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| Watchin out for the cops now, hopin that they don’t come around
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| Man I love the summertime, everybody out, on the grind
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| I know they wanna hit this pine, these pretty girls is all super fine
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| Got that California sticky with me, 20 sacks, they goin for 50
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| I smoke one, they spinnin with me, other than that these fools convince me
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| I’m tipsy, and I’m high as hell, already done hit the kush
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| Everybody know I got 'dro for sale but I’m bustin dawg if they make a push
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| Exit down on 80 Road, I’m gettin hyped cause I’m gettin close
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| My niggaz is tired of carryin the load, so so, I’m finna let them smoke
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| Buster right at 110th, made a stop at Dupont
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| Finna head on over to Remington, to see what Buck and Scoop doin
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| Turn down the music light, who is that nigga y’all finna choke?
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| Pulled out a blunt and told him to jump in
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| Let’s smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke…
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| Smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke
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| Rollin, smokin, chokin all dayyyyy
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| Smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke…
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| Rollin, smokin, chokin all dayyyyy
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| Give me some hydro
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| Rollin rollin rollin, yeah
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| Smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke
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| Well I’ma blaze this one for Thin C, in the spirit of Rick James
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| In the spirit of Biggie Smalls, he know how to +Spit That Game+
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| Talk that shit, walk that shit, grab that sack, roll that quick
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| Put it in the air, burn that shit, put it to your lips, take that hit
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| Puff-puff give, pass it on down, gotta make sure it come back around
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| Uh-oh nigga now what’s that sound? |
| Stomach growls, we hungry now
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| How many weed songs can one man make?
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| How many blunts to the face, can one man take?
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| Well let’s roll, I wanna know
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| I wanna blow until we all P. O
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| And we can wake up in the mornin, we can do it again
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| We might, run out of Swishas but we ain’t gon' run out again
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| And if you do then let me lend somethin, my credit good, there’s no frontin
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| Ain’t comin for nothin, bottom line I’m on somethin, on somethin…
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| Smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke smoke |