| I break down the sweets
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| And I roll them hoes like two by fours
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| Fire it up, take a pull
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| And run that ho up through my nose
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| Take a couple more
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| And then it goes to my friends
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| When it’s gone
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| I start the whole process all over again
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| Every night and day the same thing
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| Brain stays blowed
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| You got some weed to smoke
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| It seems I can’t say no
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| But we don’t need no water
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| Let that motherfucker burn
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| And take two pulls and pass man
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| Its that other brother’s turn
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| Cuz you know I love coffee
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| Can’t keep the smell off me
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| Nigga this some killa
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| Better pull on it softly
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| And don’t be babysittin'
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| With the weed man hit it
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| Cuz the faster you pass it man
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| The faster you get it
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| Nah the faster you hit it
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| The faster you fly
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| Pass that sweet to the right
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| And don’t keep passin' it by
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| Now I can’t lie
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| But I love gettin' high
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| Sleepy eyes
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| Smoking sweets until the day that I die
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| Don’t ask me why
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| I love the essence of your presence
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| Never fall when im wreckin'
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| In the circle mic checkin
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| I use the sweet as my weapon
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| No disrespect
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| But I’m a fiend for the wood
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| Its all good
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| Take another pull
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| Pass that shit cuz I’m full
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| Can I smoke witcha
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| Yes you can!
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| All you gotta do is come
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| And put it in the jug’s hand
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| Let the coffee circulate
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| And pass it straight to my brothas
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| Whoever possess the sess
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| Nigga we share with each other
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| You holdin' the swet
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| Why you runnin' your fuckin' mouth
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| Constantly movin' your lips
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| Without no smoke comin' out
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| 'Cause the mic is like a sweet
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| You hit it hard and pass it on
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| So I gotsta make sure
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| That the blow? |
| is gone
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| Ain’t nothing better than
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| A fresh bag of weed up in the mornin'
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| Before I’m gone
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| Twist that shit up and?
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| So what you coffee brother need not askin
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| You besta be bout passin
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| I done seen tons of weed turn to ash
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| Oxygen 3 for 10
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| I do it all over again
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| In an effort to leave my skin
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| Now if I can’t afford it ima?
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| All about your?
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| Highways and better days
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| Illustrate?
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| Can I smoke with y’all?
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| Hell nah
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| Can I smoke with y’all now?
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| Hell nah!
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| I wanna smoke with y’all
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| Hell nah
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| I wanna smoke with y’all now
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| Hell nah
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| You see I smoke weed
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| He smokes weed
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| I’m hopin' everybody smoke weed
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| I smoke weed
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| He smoke weed
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| Ya know what I’m sayin'
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| Get me high, get me high
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| You see me smoke ganja
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| Sensimillia make you live longer
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| Get me high get me high
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| You see me smoke ganja
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| Sensimillia make me get higher
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| Now I’m sittin' in the studio
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| Higher than a fuck
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| Got my homie mac mall
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| And he twistin' it up
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| Can’t forget bout An Live
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| In the place to be
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| In the O to the muthafuckin double D
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| ? |
| muthafuckin house my homie DEV
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| Spell it out for?
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| So Blind Rob can see
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| Smokin' too much mothafuckin' weed in this bitch
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| Finna fire up another spliff
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| Domo on the mixin' board
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| Cut ya ass up
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| Just like a sword
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| And on the mic I’m gettin bored
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| And these niggas on the other side
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| Think they gettin' high
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| Dippin swisher sweets
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| And lacin up the weed?
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| Fuck the dumb shit
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| Where you from bitch southside
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| Let it be known
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| That any nigga steppin' gettin' blown
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| And it’s cool like that
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| Because we rule like that
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| And say fools like that
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| Come to war and bring ya strap
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| 'Cause it don’t stop
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| And it don’t quit
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| Until I say it’s over wit'
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| Fuck the dumb shit
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| Fire up the weed
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| Gimme what I need
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| So I can proceed
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| To hit your ass up high speed
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| Loose, loose, and I get loose
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| 1, 2, 3 don’t drink no juice
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| No gin and tonic
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| Just gimme the chronic
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| So I can fuck up shit
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| And make these niggas
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| Feel like I was Steve Austin
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| The bionic man
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| Smokin gettin' high as I can
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| Getting layed out
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| In the studi-udi blazed out
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| With the Odd Squad nigga rock the mic until it fade out
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| Now hold up
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| Who wanna blow?
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| Hold up
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| Who got the flow?
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| Swisher sweet roll, roll, let it roll
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| We want your muthafuckin' mind to blow
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| (it look like a sweet man
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| Gotta make it last. |
| freestyle let me back it up
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| Damn right
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| Y’all mad at me?
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| Let him smoke
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| Yea fuck man ay man im smokin this muthafucka by myself
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| Pass that here
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| I shouldn’t have gave yall this muthafucka if yall didn’t want me to smoke.
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| get ya muthafuckin ass away from me. |
| ain’t nobody hittin this shit
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| You bastard
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| Fuck Charlie brown. |
| don’t tell me shit bout no muthafuckin Charlie brown.
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| you shouldn’t have passed me this muthafucka. |
| now back that shit up and let me
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| re-take my fuckin ?. |
| the fuck you mean i can’t smoke witchyall. |
| hell nah.
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| passin ?.? |
| me the fuck out. |
| I wouldn’t give a fuck. |
| I am not smokin no weed
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| witchyall. |
| fuck yall
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| Everybody out
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| Smoke smoke too much. |
| the weed is gone. |
| the weed is gone man. |
| the weed is gone
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| Muthafucka!
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| The weed is gone
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| Ay call ya boy lemme get some more weed iight
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| Nigga don’t kno how to pass
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| After these messages we’ll be right back
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| Ay? |
| ass muthafcuka) |