| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| The first time I did it, I confess, I wasn’t really a mess
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| Was feelin' somewhat distressed this first time
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| I heard my boys tellin' me «Are you buzzin'?» |
| «Yeah bro»
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| But really was feelin' nothin', cousin
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| I was huffin', puffin' away, thinkin' of blunts and J’s
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| Chronic, suck up, suffocate, hey
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| I couldn’t figure what was goin' wrong
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| But I thought if I hit it harder I’d move this thing along
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| Takin' long drags out the zig-zags, it’s the bomb
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| Thinkin' I’m Ice Cube, once again this song
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| Puff, puff, pass, my paper-cup
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| Ain’t say it but didn’t wanna fuck the rotation up
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| This blazin'-up thing has got an etiquette
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| So I just sit here with this Coruba mix and wait for it to settle in
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| It never did, but I reminisce on the verse
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| At the rugby club, tryna puff weed for the first
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| First time we opened up our eyes
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| Takin' our hits, we were so shy
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| Let me take you there, let me take you there
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| I don’t think that we knew the deal
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| We were so young and so surreal
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| We didn’t know so much but now we’re all grown up for real
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| For real, the first ti-i-ime, first time
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| I sorta remember how the story goes
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| I was chillin' at my bros house when his step
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| Father brought an O, ground out enough for us to roll
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| He said don’t tell, we was like «okay, thanks»
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| Took the bud and then gapped it
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| Met up with two others down at the tunnels on Flatbush
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| Told 'em we got some dank, zig-zags, some matches
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| Found a spot by the flax, lit it, puffed and passed it
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| Four little bastards, thirteen years old
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| I hope my mother doesn’t catch me, let alone my older bro
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| 'Cause both ways I’m a dead kid
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| But after the session, I was like «Fuck it, who cares?»
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| Next thing I saw were flashlights
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| And a voice sayin' «Come out of that bush, cause the canine bites»
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| The canine scar remains on me 'till this day
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| Real talk, funny times, first blaze, true story
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| I got a fuckin' good hiding when I got home to my parents
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| Ha ha ha
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| First time we opened up our eyes
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| Takin' our hits, we were so shy
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| Let me take you there, let me take you there
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| I don’t think that we knew the deal
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| We were so young and so surreal
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| We didn’t know so much but now we’re all grown up for real
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| For real, the first ti-i-ime, first time
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| The first stuff I tried was that blend-in green
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| A skinny kid at the age of fourteen
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| Thought I was tough though, the first time on the weed
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| Tryna make a rush, hold at the bottom on the V can
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| Chop it, light it, inhale it, choke
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| Thought I was the man the first time I smoked
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| Like fuck it, it’s Saturday, let’s celebrate it
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| Tryna get elevated, listenin' to elevators like «Me and you»
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| Bro I’m buzzin', yeah I was in two, feelin' comfortable
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| Tryna' hold it in my lungs, get blazed and «Poof»
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| Pretty dumb, we were young, just some aimless youth
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| Yeah me, James and Luke, laughin' at shit that ain’t funny
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| Stomach pains, I’m startin' to feel hungry
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| Red eyes, vision blurred, started fumblin' words
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| In '01, the first time, just crumblin' herb, yeah
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| First time we opened up our eyes
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| Takin' our hits, we were so shy
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| Let me take you there, let me take you there
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| I don’t think that we knew the deal
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| We were so young and so surreal
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| We didn’t know so much but now we’re all grown up for real
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| For real, the first ti-i-ime, first time |