| A million
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| (Shit)
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| I’m like really stoned
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| Like really stoned!
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| Hundred thousand dollar days got ya boy in a daze
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| I’m a California king, OG, no haze
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| I’m looking out my rear view like Pac said
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| Cash another cheque, let em' worry bout' that nonsense (fuck shit)
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| My crew breeds strains that got the whole world like
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| Cookin' more Cookies, still get two per light
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| Whatcha' girl like? |
| I’m in a S-Class
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| Wax room look just like a meth lab
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| I done made two mill of off extracts
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| B-Real, let them know where the best at (down in Cali!)
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| Quarter mill for a field is this real?
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| Do they really get down when I yield from the hill
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| Got me straight for a couple, I ain’t worry bout' a deal
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| Two dabs and I got 40 bags sealed
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| Ice for the bong, so my smoke is chilled
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| Shit, I burnt my first joint to Cypress Hill, for real
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| I’m so faded, a million, a million, a million
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| I’m so faded, a million, a million, a million
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| I’m so faded
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| I’ve been in space before one time
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| And I swear that I
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| Was not dreamin'
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| No I was not dreamin'
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| I’m so faded
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| I’ve been in spaceships once or twice
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| And I swear that I
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| Was not dreamin'
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| Cause' I was not sleepin'
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| I’m so faded
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| One strain, two strains, three strains, four
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| So many flavours, Berner brought em' through the door
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| Kush n' Cookies for ya, we ain’t no rookies for ya
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| But we’ve been lookin' for ya title, and took it from ya
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| We move pounds all around town, over/underground
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| How we did it is none of your concern, now
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| I can’t concentrate, I hit some concentrates
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| And we about to get, higher as we elevate
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| One thousand lumen watts
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| Times 20 bitches tannin' by the 10's we got
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| Everything on lock, were on some get money, money, shit
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| Put it in the air, use a Phuncky Feel Tip
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| So as we grind it up, green thumb, wind it up
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| You want a new strain? |
| Berner gonna find the Cup
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| You want a pound or two, you want a count a few
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| Put em' in buckets, when we’re done you wanna zone or two
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| I’m so faded, a million, a million, a million
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| I’m so faded, a million, a million, a million
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| I’m so faded
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| A cup of liquor with some Swishas, I’m so sweet
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| This shit I’m blowin' make Bo Peep move four feet
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| OG, sprinkle keif leaf on mine
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| This watermelon make you wanna eat the rind
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| East of Vine, Sunset Boulevard
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| Roll it up, take a hit, but don’t pull it too hard
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| I seen a lot of fools ball out
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| They try and join the Snoop Dogg smoke session, then fall out
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| I spent a million on bud in 1992
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| And now I get it for free, like I’m supposed to
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| Chose my venda', open my winda'
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| Pull some kush lit out with hash, in the blunt and I blend them
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| Rewind cha', remain, and rememba'
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| Cause I’m choppin' and droppin' trees, screamin' out timber!
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| Advocate, always push dro
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| One of the reasons my face is on Mount Kushmore
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| And you wanna know how I feel? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Faded , by - B-Real. Song from the album Prohibition, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп