| Check one
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| I’m back in the piece man, you know what I’m talking about yea
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| About to roll em in one of these motherfucking
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| Raw papers
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| With gelato, you dig?
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| Put a little cookie crumb on that motherfucker
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| See what that do
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| snowman, you dig?
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| Man we just getting high
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| I mean, what else we gonna do, nigga
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| Ask me how I feel about the marijuana
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| I tell you that I love it like I love my mama
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| We don’t do confusion and all the drama
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| We be with the crew, little benihana
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| California state, Chico up north
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| Get it to the bay, it’s some buckmore
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| Travel up top with some fuck foe
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| They ain’t even got what a nigga ride
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| Gelato with my raw with the cookie crumb
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| On my instagram putting hella thumbs
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| Fuck around you gonna need another lung
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| Probably where your favorite rapper get it from
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| White boys and the tube rolling up
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| New strain, bout to enter that in the cup
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| With the harvest coming up, Ima move around
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| High as health care nigga I ain’t coming down
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| For what?
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| Nigga, thats what we do
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| It’s what we been doing
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| Nigga hit me on the next album dank site
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| I want some of that shit you and Berner be having on your IG
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| I said man, you have to get at Berner about that boy
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| Roll another one smoke the pain away
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| I’m in the bay getting paid in a major way
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| When that box show up, how you supposed to feel?
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| One-hundred and fifty grand wrapped with a vacuum seal
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| Took (serb), put his back on the map again
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| Long nights, no sleep, sick of traffic cam
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| Wax made me never want to dab again
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| Buy more bags, put the candy in
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| It’s outdoor season and I’m loving it
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| Price so low, they can’t get enough of it
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| Snowman get me on my own hype
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| Fuck a new chain, baby buy me grow lights
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| I’m in the G-Spot, yea the weed spot
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| The shit will make you sweat like a (key sap)
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| Clear on my rolling no G-Shock
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| New Benz cost about three blocks
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| Let the smoke clear homie, ima pot-head
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| Weed got a mountain like a hop head
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| F-1 burning out the room smell
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| Like the pelly did back early two-thou
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| Nice way, pretty bitch, few pre-rows
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| We let the coke bricks fly with the igloos
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| Ima beast with the weed shit
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| Me and B-Legit, we let the peace flip |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Marijuana , by - B-Real. Song from the album Prohibition, Pt. 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп