| That’s alot of weed, thats a whole lotta weed man
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| We gonna smoke all that? |
| We gonna smoke all that?
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| Come on man, let’s smoke man, let’s smoke man
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| That’s alot of weed, thats a whole lotta weed man
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| We gonna smoke all that? |
| We gonna smoke all that?
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| Come on man, let’s smoke man, let’s smoke man
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| Wrap the snake around a king size J
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| Wax drippin' on my jeans
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| My team stay paid
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| Miami for a week
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| After Saint-Tropez
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| Ridin' through fillin' orders
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| At the Mandolay
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| And the fast lanes fun until you crash
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| When we purge we don’t kill nah
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| We just cure hash and we take dabs
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| Rubber band wrap, hundred grand stacks
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| Still I throw it in a Safeway bag
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| I’m old school really, few suckas wanna kill me, why?
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| I just wanna live for my kids, and enjoy my high
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| Cookies crossback to that cherry pie
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| Grow room full of babies flowers 12 hour light
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| 12 hour flight, I’m overseas
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| I’m in London rollin' cheese partyin' with freaks
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| Cold drinks and no sleep for a couple weeks
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| I play with the powder 'fore I touch the peak
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| Yeah, yeah, get high
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| Yeah just roll it up cause
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| Just one hit is like ooohh
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| It’s some good shit ain’t it?
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| Yeah them cookies don’t be bullshitting man
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| Hey I got something else too, let me roll this up
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| Here check this out right here
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| I got a dab on the nail, inhale
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| Got them flavors blowin' outta my lungs when I exhale
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| Man I’m ridin' on a cloud, hoverin' over the crowd
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| Hear me when I’m cheifin' homie you know we smokin' the loud
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| Slow creepin', but the high is heavy
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| Freefallin' like Tom Petty, you ain’t ready
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| Let the Doctor write you a prescription for the medication that goes in me
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| Hesitation get the fuck out of our faces man you ain’t about it
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| This fuckin' rooms crowded, my foot in your ass equals the room without it
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| Only for connoisseurs, smokin the pure sure BHO, I got the cure
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| And now you’re elevated (get high) twist it up, 7 grams in my Raw classic
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| Yeah we do it all, we hittin' all bastards
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| We got the best products, pick up the phone, call up
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| If you’re hittin' on my trees then pack a bowl up
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| You already know we be gettin' high (so high)
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| Just one hit is like ooohh
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| And it don’t stop, we smoke around the clock
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| Everyday all day, matter of fact we ain’t finished yet
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| Here’s another one, here hit this
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| I’ve been smokin' weed yeah
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| Ever since thirteen
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| I know that ain’t nothin to brag about bitch
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| But it’s hard to smoke more than me
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| But I get a beer to equalize it
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| I wish they legalize it
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| All over the world more than half the people tried it
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| It’s a medicine, it’s good for ya
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| I wish that I can puff this stuff without needin' a lawyer around
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| In Texas man they’re reckless they will hand you up for roaches
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| K-9 approaches, barkin' all ferocious
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| I know this but I smoke it on a day to day basis
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| Mind my business and stay out of their faces
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| Cause hey, some way, some day, we may follow
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| The marijuana laws like Cali and Colorado
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| And if we do? |
| Shit we gonna throw a parade downtown
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| I be on the flow blowin' smoke to the stage
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| And you already we be gettin' high
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| Smokin' everyday nigga anytime
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| And just when you thought that was it
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| Man here come another quarter pound of some good shit
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| Time to roll up, we never slow up
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| Hold up man, here’s another one for ya right here |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 1 Hit , by - B-Real. Song from the album Prohibition, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп