| See
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| We been on that La La La since '08, combine strains and taste
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| LeBron James of vaping, volcano blazing bongs with no breaks
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| Edibles on plates till I’m beyond baked
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| And I be on, indica got me gone
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| Got that wax that you can’t feel your body on
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| Yeah that shit that you moving slow is a zombie on
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| High as a cosmonaut never gon catch me not smoking
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| The best hit my chest and I take the whole rip
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| Fuck a 20 bag I’ll take the whole zip
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| Even if the federal government oppose it
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| I say fuck it and grab another nugget and puff it in public
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| Weed naps on my back like a Snorlax
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| Highest alien, bouncing off of the ceiling
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| I need it up in my system the minute that I record that
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| Loud packed in a Raw wrap
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| Yeah
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| Let’s twist again, like we did last summer
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| Let’s twist again, until we all get high
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| I still remember when «I got the weed mans number»
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| So lets twist again, until we learn to fly
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| Yeah, let’s twist again
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| (la la la la la la la)
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| Let’s twist again
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| (la la la la la la la)
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| Let’s twist again
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| (la la la la la la la)
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| Let’s twist again
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| (la la la la la la la)
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| Still rollin' to the diner with my half off coupon
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| Bacon grilled cheese and you know I get my soup on
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| Still up on that Jimmy Neutron, got the boost on
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| In my spaceship, lean back in a futon
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| Whoa, even when I’m seeing the cops
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| I chief pot, whether they gon' make it legal or not
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| 'Cause see I smoke for recreation before it was recreational
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| Take a pull, now the euphoria is undebatable
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| My terpene so aromatic
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| Yeah, you can smell it from my parents attic
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| To the basement 'til they say, «Chris, light an incense
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| Or use some of that spray shit
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| Fuck, I can’t take this! |
| For Christ sake
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| You’re 28, give me a break!» |
| (Alright mom)
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| Then I go back to gettin' baked
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| Higher than Towelie up on a balcony
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| And smoking hourly and burning the Sour D like a calorie
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| Let’s twist again, like we did last summer
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| Let’s twist again, until we all get high
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| I still remember when «I got the weed mans number»
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| So let’s twist again, until we learn to fly
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| Yeah, let’s twist again
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| (la la la la la la la)
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| Let’s twist again
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| (la la la la la la la)
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| Let’s twist again
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| (la la la la la la la)
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| Let’s twist again
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| (la la la la la la la)
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| When that wax pen is in action
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| And the smoke fill the room like Mad Men
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| With those hash blends, I’m like Captain
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| Kirk, when I get the purp I am blastin'
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| Off, 'til I’m lost in the stars, never come down
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| Light my blunts with the sun now
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| Snuffin' out the bud like a blood hound
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| I’m chemically imbalanced, roll a doobie and I puff now
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| So I’m sayin', «Who got the lighter? |
| Who got the lighter?»
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| Say, «Who got the lighter? |
| Who got the lighter?»
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| Yeah, «Who got the lighter? |
| Who got the lighter?»
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| No, for real, who got my fuckin' lighter?
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| I need that fire from the Bic just to calm me
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| And the chronic goes so strong
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| Hoodie smelling like it’s Snoop Dogg’s laundry
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| Twist like Chubby Checker
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| There’s nothing better on God’s green
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| Roll the palm trees and I’m gone, peace
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| Let’s twist again, like we did last summer
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| Let’s twist again, until we all get high
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| I still remember when «I got the weed mans number»
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| So lets twist again, 'til we learn to fly
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| Yeah, Let’s twist again
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| (la la la la la la la)
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| Let’s twist again
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| (la la la la la la la)
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| Let’s twist again
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| (la la la la la la la)
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| Let’s twist again
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| (la la la la la la la) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Twist Again (La La La) , by - Chris Webby. Song from the album Wednesday, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп