| Bitch I’m high as a motherfucking satellite, who got a light?
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| I’m outta sight, outta mind pimp, matching dimes
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| Don magic Juan, roll the greenery
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| It’s what I need, where my shin and thigh meet
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| Huh, yeah I’m such a fucking stoner
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| Everywhere I dwell you can smell the marijuana odor
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| What the hell? |
| (What the hell?) That’s that fire, man
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| Call the fireman, or the supplier man, tell him slide a gram
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| (soulo, soulo, soulo) You know we smoking that dour
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| Two titans back to back call 'em Twin Towers
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| (Haa, Haa) And anytime I’m on the ground
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| I stop, drop, and roll… then burn it down!
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| If that’s exactly what you’re doing right now
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| Put your lighters up, and wave them round and round
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| Puff, puff, give, real shit
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| I’ll probably run through seven pounds, Will Smith
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| Pass the blunt, Pass the blunt
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| Man you tryna smoke or what?
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| Four deep in the Hooptie finna roll the windows up
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| Pass the blunt, pass the blunt
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| White paper, Optimo
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| Backwoods, Dutches, Swishers, even Phillies filling up
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| Smoke some, bitch (Repeat x8)
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| Black Hippy, sticky in the peace pipe
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| No I’m no Ru, but I’m throwing up the peace sign
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| Smoke fill the room every time a nigga inside
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| And when I’m off this I feel like the H.N.I
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| See no seeds in my product that’s a no-no
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| I’m three dollars short and I’ma need it for the lolo
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| I owe the weed man down the street, also
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| I got the munchies and I haven’t ate, ocho
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| (Fuego, fuego, fuego) Ab-Solo
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| I hit the blunt then pass it the horseman on my polo
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| Daddy Fat Sacks (Smoke something bitch!)
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| I mean til that motherfucker burn your fingertips
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| Watch your lip, concentrate
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| Let’s see how much more you can take
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| (I'm blowing O’s, I’m blowing O’s)
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| And when your bitch call tripping, pimp man this is what you say
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| (I'm blowing O’s, I’m blowing O’s)
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| Got something in that optimo swisher got me feeling right
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| I’m feeling like, Transformer forming in the highest height (Yesss)
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| Michael Thriller night, moonwalk in flight (yea, yea)
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| Heaven or hell, I be good in paradise (uh, uh)
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| I give you satellite (uh huh)
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| Or some other shit, Prada Louie printed shits
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| Getting money growing off the tree, dough dough
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| You never smoke but always want the trees, Popo!
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| And that’s a no-no
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| I get your son, I take his lung, I let you keep the photo
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| The swisher burning keep me earning everything in slow-mo
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| Be the posse, no 'parazzi, kick it like a dojo
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| Wake and bake, elevate
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| Let’s see how much more you can take
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| (I'm blowing O’s, I’m blowing O’s)
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| And if this month I earn a thou then fuck it I’ll buy a vowel
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| (I'm blowing O’s, I’m blowing O’s) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pass the Blunt (feat. Schoolboy Q) , by - Ab-Soul. Song from the album Long Term 1 & 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп