| I’m ridin', smokin', I live by the ocean
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| A peacoat filled with cash, I ain’t boastin'
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| I touchdown
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| I used to rock a duck tail
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| Learned how to milk a bitch to make a drug sale
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| You ever seen a million dollars in cash?
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| Made a right on Eddy no more ho’s in the trap
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| All zombies in the TL
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| Even though I miss the block I love the retail
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| In a S650 no CL
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| I’m on track, ain’t no way they gonna derail
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| When you see bern it’s a light show
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| Hella bags I light fire like a pyro
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| Keep your gun clean, it’s a cold world
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| I just chucked a hundred thousand atta old girl
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| Real Bay shit, I miss North Beach
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| Late night, ridin' round, 4 deep
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| A hundred joints since number twenty
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| Many bitches, crazy money
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| If you smoke I hope it’s from me
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| Selling dope in other countries
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| A hundred joints since number twenty
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| Many bitches, crazy money
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| If you smoke I hope it’s from me
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| Selling dope in other countries
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| I’m moving different, they laugh when they tripping
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| My north face cover the glock, I’m not slippin'
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| The bitch just brought me the bag, I’m not pimping
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| The AP covered in rocks, the watch glisten
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| I’m on a the bay bridge, start a side show
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| Now I’m on one tryin' to race 5−0
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| We smoke real tough where the fish scale
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| They wanna shop with me, where’s the big scale?
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| used to be a little longer
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| The bitch call me daddy, I’m not a father
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| Dirty water, I’m a fog city champ
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| Put a new Cookie piece on everyone in my camp
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| Top down compound look like a batcave
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| Mind gone, I’ve been living in a rat race
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| 8 gram joints to the face
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| I’ve been smoking all day for the taste
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| A hundred joints since number twenty
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| Many bitches, crazy money
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| If you smoke I hope it’s from me
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| Selling dope in other countries
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| A hundred joints since number twenty
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| Many bitches, crazy money
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| If you smoke I hope it’s from me
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| Selling dope in other countries
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| Real Bay Area mane
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| I just smoked some shit that took me all the way back
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| RIP to the Jack
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| A hundred joints since number twenty
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| I need some air man, this motherfucker smoked out
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| Twenty joints, part two
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| A hundred joints since number twenty
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| Shout out to Dunce
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| Frisco, yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 100 Joints (20 Joints Part 2) , by - Berner. Song from the album Russ Bufalino: The Quiet Don, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп