| Man…*coughing* Damn this the far that motha' fucken tree I be smokin' that
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| Shit fucken my mind up but I don’t care man I gots to get high so high sometimes
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| I wake up in the mornin' and I smoke to my mutha' fucken self guess what I seen
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| Last night? |
| Stars! |
| I seen stars man I’m starten to smell like residue my mutha'
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| Fucken self I guess I really am a mutha' fucken weed fiend!
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| All early in the mornin' and I wanna smoke a sack all ready to pinch my
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| Burga' but he never called me back I’m fiening for some green I just smoked up
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| All my tails I’m ridin' wit' the pistol I ain’t' never had no else a silly
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| mutha'
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| Fucka’and the was who get high every time you pass me bye you see a cloud in
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| The sky I scooped up some boobies in my days for some smoke then I dropped
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| Thier ass off after I smoked up all their dope my name is the screenge I ain’t
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| Never smoked the seeds I did when I was young but now I’m old nutin but weed
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| Some green or some head or some bouton bundie troup and you can call it
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| Dilliback cause you goun want some mo' I walk up in your house and I’m smellin' |
| Just like pine the bitch lookin' at me like she wanna smoke my dime but she
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| Can’t smoke with me bitch not foe free don’t pull up on my blut bitch that ain’t
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| My cup-a-tea I was raised by my homies so I’m smokin by my ownie so you ain’t
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| Smokin shit so you can quit actin fonie my habit is to big for a mutha fucken
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| Check I’d ratha smoke a blunt we smoke weed all day, weed all day
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| Weed all day *smoke it* weed till you turn grey *smoke it* weed up in the
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| Mornin *we smoke* weed up in you yournin' *smoke weed* (x2)
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| That’s fucked up I can’t smoke weed no mo' parolle officer said my piss but I
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| Got a remedy to that a 3 day high cocaine!
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| I’m a pistol shootin' gang tootin' blood or catch a train bitches blood on my
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| Nose and always know’s who’s goin' through a thang' I be keepin tru' and I
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| Still can’t sleep my nostrols smellin' «O» and I don’t know why my mouth’s so
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| Dry I need a stick of gum sniffling, sneezing, coughing, acheing, stuffy, head,
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| fever
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| Hit yo' self some blow and smoke some dro' and you’ll be a beliva' rollin' in |
| My truck my eye’s don’t know what but I’m skatin' through yo' town got my nigga
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| With me holdin' a scizzy breakin that shit down it’s the hardest high that you
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| Can try but it keeps you up for days and if you do smoke grass and do that hash
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| You’ll fill up yo' ash tray and I smoke so much I’m hotta because I love
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| Cocains aroma and I’m always trippin sippin' syrup with blackend dance’s soma so
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| Pass the plate and i’ll be strait untill we meet again for those who hate what
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| I create just scale up what they sayin' or ricky rippa hoes a trip all stuck in
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| Scandelus ways we could cup up all the money and mant a toep for strays or make
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| A song about they soulja’s blowin in a maze schoolin nigga’s under me cause
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| That how I was raised my heaven is so scandelus don’t fuck with lines in daize
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| I used to fuck with quarter bags but know I blow all day!
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| Do it… Cain all day *do it* cain we love our maid *do it* cain up in the
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| Mornin *do it* cain on what is yournin'
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| We take Cain all day *do it* cain we love our maid *do it* cain up in the |
| Mornin *do it* cain on what is yournin' |