| Still wakin up out of my dream I think I’m half sleep
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| Last night we got high as Apaches, now that’s strong
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| But I ain’t know it was that deep, I left my ID
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| All up in the taxi smoking on that Hasheesh
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| Please pass me, the ces on the left side, Midwest side
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| The best side that’s something I’ll never let slide, guess why
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| I’m bettin that you can catch vibes, I’m ready for press time
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| We’re vibin' like, lets get high tonight, set my mind a flight
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| Then let it drop from a death defying height step aside
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| You might catch the vibe tonight, test the dynamite!
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| I got my vibe on (flow)
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| Throw on my clothes and (go)
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| I’m riding slow and (low)
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| Catch the vibe to-catch-catch the vibe tonight
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| I’m ‘bout to roll this (loud)
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| Light it then blow it (down)
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| Tonight we own this (town)
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| Catch the vibe to-catch-catch the vibe tonight
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| I’m on the highway cruising at a low speed
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| Mind state same color as a nose bleed
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| Pumpin my system breakin down fat trees
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| Top down Playground bangin out the backseat
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| Hit up the wayside, over by the bayside
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| Met Miss brown now we’re rollin like snake eyes
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| I hit the soul blade puffin on the death star
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| Bass line hum fat it got a stretch mark
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| Pearl white reflect, break it into fractals
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| Interior ash to accent tabasco
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| I’m in relax mode, dippin through the trap
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| Jake stay on patrol so we whistle when he pass
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| We hit the night club slip in through the back
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| Booth stay on reserve so we’re sittin where we sat
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| Soon as we sat down, shots getting passed round
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| Shaking my ass while this song play in the background
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| U-B-I in the place to be
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| It was me Bern-bizzle plus Angel D
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| Had my man Wrekonize on the side of me
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| When a couple of chicks started fightin violently
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| I was like «Oh shit!», then I ducked a jab
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| Spilled my drink when security rushed their ass
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| God damn man not another fight in the club
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| They ‘gon blame us, we the ones hyping ‘em up
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| End scene now we’re back at the bar, black shades
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| In the club pitch dark, we’re just actin like rap stars
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| A fan ran up tryin to bust me a verse
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| Stevie was on stage so I ain’t hear one of his words like what?
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| Gave me a blunt filled with something superb
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| I took a: puff of the herb, what a wonderful world I’m sayin
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| What you know about, everybody phones out
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| Cliqued up in the club, turned up and zoned out |