| Let’s head into the Ford Taurus
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| And cruise around the streets for a little bit
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| Yo, we cruisin', yeah, we cruisin'
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| Yo, we cruisin', yeah, we cruisin'
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| Yo, we cruise, down the streets
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| I got the money, who got the dutchie?
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| You got the munchies, I got the weed
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| You know we be
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| Blunt Cruisin'
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| Blunt Cruisin'
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| My homies in the front, got honeys in the back
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| Yo, roll that weed up and put it in the air
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| You know we be
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| Blunt Cruisin'
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| Blunt Cruisin'
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| Yo, roll it up (roll it tight), hit it once (hit it twice)
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| Pass it round (pass it round) but don’t roll the windows down
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| Let’s box it out (box it out) and save the trees (save the trees)
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| We hoppin' out like the mystery machine
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| My eyes be the size of Mr. Miyagis
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| Squinting to read the fine print on the widescreen
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| We riding, riding and that’s when I see
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| Headlights behind me, I then start to freak
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| Hide the weed, oh x4
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| You know I got it
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| You know we be
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| Blunt Cruisin' x2
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| My homies in the front, got honeys in the back
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| Yo, roll that weed up and put it in the air
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| You know we be
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| Blunt Cruisin' x2
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| Yo, we cruisin', Yeah, we cruisin'
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| Yo, we cruisin' down the streets
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| I got the money, Who got the dutchie?
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| You got the munchies, I got the weed
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| Yo, stop at Sev' for a drink, ice cream and some chips
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| Where’s the dutch at, homie pass that shit
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| Not like that, homie, ash that shit
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| Can you turn this song up, homie, ash that shit
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| You don’t need roach clips if you can’t hold it
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| You can use your phone tip, hurry up and take this
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| Fa real man, hurry up and take this shit
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| Yo, it’s burning my fingertips, dude
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| Drop the weed, oh x2
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| Yeah I got it
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| Drop the weed, oh x2
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| Yeah I got it, oh x3 |