| Yeah, me and Wizzle man
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| This the best thang smokin'
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| Puertorican girls in my bed, bust that thang open
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| Growhouse full of KK in Oakland
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| Bags full of cash, got my safe overflowin'
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| I’ve been stayed loaded, I used to trim
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| Now we give each other pounds just to burn with our friends
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| See, this shit in my bag, ain’t something you can buy
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| Before 911, I would make the pack fly
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| Envelope was full of cash, will show up at my door
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| Is it strange that I don’t miss that feelin' anymore (it is)
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| A hundred pack on my floor or more
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| All big faces in my drawer for sure
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| I pulled off the lot with something nice to ride in
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| Everybody know who the one with the best supply is
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| Me and Wiz stay holded
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| We ridin' through the city just smokin'
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| This bag so crazy
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| Now I know this might seem strange
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| But if you smoke, we choking
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| High with ya, less you roll up them planes
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| See I’ve been wa-tchin' you for a while
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| And I just gotta let you know that
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| We got the best thang smokin'
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| (best thang smokin, yea)
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| Ay, you know I got it
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| Keep it, sweep it, peep it, light it, lit it
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| All things cannabis, Doggy D-O-Doubled and did it
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| Forever committed, they will never admit it
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| But I don’t trip off of that, I just get right back up in it
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| And put my feet on the yellow brick road and walk it out
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| And keep my head to the sky blowin' smoke out my mouth
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| O’s in flows, circles with the power plant
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| Rollin' blunts, sittin' down, leavin' buds on my pants
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| And every chance I get to blow some KK
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| With my cousin Ray J
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| These niggas actin gay-gay
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| Ay ay, so I told my home boy maylay (?)
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| Let me use your AK, cause they say
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| I been havin' money since Dre Day
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| So what, know what
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| Also been buyin' more trees than the law allow
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| Bang bang! |
| Shut it down, roll up another pound
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| It may look strange, but it feels awfully good to me
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| Now I know this might seem strange
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| But if you smoke, we choking
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| High with ya, less you roll up them planes
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| See I’ve been wa-tchin' you for a while
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| And I just gotta let you know that
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| We got the best thang smokin'
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| (best thang smokin, yea)
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| I stay so lifted, my crew is so gifted
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| No one could reach our levels once the Fuel is twisted
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| Once the Cookies burnin', turns into a function
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| Trichomes, gleamin, beamin like it ain’t nothin'
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| You salty bitches steamin', green with envy
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| Yes my green is plenty, I won’t give you any (ha)
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| And now you gotta have it
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| They want the flower or the concentrate gotta dab it
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| Haters curse me but they’re thirsty for the big endorsements
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| You dirty bitches couldn’t hurt me, why fuckin' force it
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| We ain’t going nowhere, we deeply rooted
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| Cali kings raising Cali queens, keep it movin'
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| Ninety days and ninety nights, so many lights
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| So many heights to reach, many delights
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| That be whole tight, goin' in 'bought the whole night
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| Got the best shit lit and it’s so right
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| Now I know this might seem strange
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| But if you smoke, we choking
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| High with ya, less you roll up them planes
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| See I’ve been wa-tchin' you for a while
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| And I just gotta let you know that
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| We got the best thang smokin'
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| (best thang smokin, yea) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Best Thang Smokin , by - Berner. Song from the album Hempire, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп