| Yo, I ain’t the type that’ll move from stress
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| No seeds, no sticks, that’s all I twist
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| I twist backwoods up, that’s what’s up
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| When I come to your town better have some bud
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| I graduated grads, got my diploma
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| I could tell by your aroma you smokin' on Arizona
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| But you ain’t got no Cali Kush
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| You’re smoking on that backyard bush
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| Quiet it’s kept like hush, plus
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| You ain’t never had no Florida Crip
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| Beat that’d have you tripping
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| Room start spinning, you beginning to get paranoid, start hearing noises
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| Can’t forget about the Chitown 'dro
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| That’s why they say it’s the windy city
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| Ladies could blow
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| Got a connect everywhere I go, never catch me with less than an O, you know
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| You got stress in your life then we smoking tonight
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| My ladies (Denim sings) Gimme a light
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| Niggas twist something up if you don’t give a fuck if the Cali Kush
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| Got you stuck
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| My niggas (Denim sings) Gimme a light
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| You got your baby’s momma beefing with you, better have that reefer with you
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| When she finish let the leaf remove you
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| I inhale it deep like the chief of voodoo
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| Handcuffing these beats like police will do you, that’s how it works for me
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| Puffing on the purple, hit the booth with my eyes burgundy
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| I spit the truth on how the earth be
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| And all the bullshit I go through like dirt weed
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| And how I always come through like birth, B
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| Ten pounds, eight ounces of herb, B
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| I take two to the chest for all my niggas that left
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| I blow it out, let them live through my breath
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| And everybody got a way to relax like everybody gotta pay their tax
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| If you live where I live everybody gotta blaze their gat
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| So everbody blaze up a sack, let’s go
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| You got stress in your life then we smoking tonight
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| My ladies (Denim sings) Gimme a light
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| Niggas twist something up if you don’t give a fuck if the Cali Kush
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| Got you stuck
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| My niggas (Denim sings) Gimme a light
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| It’s been heavy on my mind, now I gotta leave it all behind
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| Smoke the pain away, chase the rain away
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| See the sun is gonna shine 'till the night
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| Smoke the pain away, chase the rain away
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| The president, he gotta legalize it
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| The governor, he gotta legalize it
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| Mayor, mayor gotta legalize it
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| Let all my niggas lead their lives as they see fit, that’s how I see it
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| God damn, I’m a genius when I’m lit
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| Man fuck this shit man, Gu, twist something up
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| I’m gonna come out there, let the bridge ride on 'em
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| It’s been heavy on my mind, now I gotta leave it all behind
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| Smoke the pain away, chase the rain away
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| See the sun is gonna shine 'till the night
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| Smoke the pain away, chase the rain away
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| Get low always smoking that la la la
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| You know Bleek always smoking that la la la
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| Young Proof always smoking that la la la
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| My nigga Cali always smoking that la la la
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| Sheik Breezy always smoking that la la la
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| Murder One’s always smoking that la la la
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| Get low always smoking that la la la, smoking that la la la, smoking
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| That la la la
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| Yeah |