| «Roll up the next blunt»
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| «And roll up the next blunt»
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| «And roll up the next blunt»
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| «Because I just can’t quit»
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| «I got the music»
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| Bumpin' so hard my bitches boobs bounce
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| I’m on my way to Mo’s house he’s probably breakin' up an ounce
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| (No doubt)
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| Gotta stop for a bottle of Febreze
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| I’m not even smokin' and all my clothes smell like trees
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| Weed clouds in the air and I’m sure that my X-Box
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| Got more residue than Jr. Gong’s dreadlocks
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| Speaker box hooked to the amp wires quick
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| Now I’m out for Blood like a vampire Crip
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| With the
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| «Music, music blastin'»
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| «Time, time for some action» — Cypress Hill
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| I’m in my Cadillac but you can’t see cause of the black tint
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| (Is that really him?)
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| Celph Titled is really ten times the cobra slither
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| (A reptilian)
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| And he’ll rep till he in, a casket
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| But until then (he's a bastard)
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| Stealin' from donation baskets
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| Holdin' a gat on the front of his motivation pamphlet
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| «Got the blunt passin, music blastin'»
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| «Music blastin'»
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| «But I just can’t quit»
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| «Roll up the next blunt»
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| «Roll up the next blunt»
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| «Roll up the next blunt»
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| «Because I just can’t quit»
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| «I got the blunt, blunt passin'»
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| With a little bit of hash and
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| So high it sound like I got a down south accent
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| I’m laughin' at all this traffic like it ain’t no thang
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| My music blast past dudes in the breakdown lane
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| Big Daddy with the 'caine No Half Steps
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| A sad set, stretch cats long giraffe necks
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| Puff piff by the pound, eye’s slanted man
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| Like my moms used to fuck around with Jackie Chan
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| Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls
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| Sit back relax and watch Demigodz twirl
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| Collectin' samples, all around the world
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| Poppin' up in stripper joints, blowin' with ol' girl
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| She bend over then I blew it in her puss
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| This shit here is called watermelon kush
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| Hold your nose, the contact is meaner
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| Roll up, out west the grass is greener
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| «Got the blunt passin, music blastin'»
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| «Music blastin'»
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| «But I just can’t quit»
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| «Roll up the next blunt»
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| «Roll up the next blunt»
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| «Roll up the next blunt»
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| «Because I just can’t quit»
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| «I got the blunt, blunt passin'»
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| Beat rappin', hail to the chief
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| Man I sail through the streets in a Jeep like a sea captain
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| Ahoy faggots, suuuuu
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| All hands on deck
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| You all stink but I reek havoc so
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| Keep at it, I’mma smack you with a skeet napkin
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| Lets just chill and wait until the beef passes
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| Uh huh, ain’t nothin' happenin'
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| Music blastin', blunt passin'
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| Give me that mac-10
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| Bllllllatttt
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| Put a little weed in this place
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| And watch the joke go around like collection plates
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| So roll up the next blunt I ain’t got time to waste
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| He hear the bass in ya face as I give you a taste
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| The gun on my waist put him in a casket case
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| Bitch please, you about as gangsta as Pastor Ma$e
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| Where I’m from, these California slums be tougher in my lungs
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| What I’m smokin' got me speakin' in tongues
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| «Got the blunt passin, music blastin'»
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| «Music blastin'»
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| «But I just can’t quit»
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| «Roll up the next blunt»
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| «Roll up the next blunt»
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| «Roll up the next blunt»
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| «Because I just can’t quit»
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| «I got the blunt, blunt passin'» |