| Folks be tripping on me, I just be doing my thang
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| Hoes be liking the way my big old nuts hang and swang
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| People out in public see me smoking on my herb
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| They want me to sell them some
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| But I must conserve
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| I’ll be getting by
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| I’ll be staying focused
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| I’ll be getting high
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| I hardly get noticed
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| I’ll be on my grind, nah
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| I’ll be on my hustle, ya’ll
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| I stay on my P’s and Q’s
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| My weed and brew
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| Yeah
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| Just the tools that I use
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| To get me in a good mood
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| I don’t know about you
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| Everybody got their on niche
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| (Each and every one of you be needing some kind of shit)
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| Sometimes I get tipsy
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| Get so high that I forget
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| That I had enough and I just keep puffing this shit
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| A lot of times I’m cool although it seems I’m fast asleep
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| (Ey man, I’m having to ping pong this motherfucker, come on, pass it to me)
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| (Do what you do, just stay off of my dick)
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| I chill out at the crib
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| I roll my green and smoke so much
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| No female companion and it seems I lost my touch
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| But I love the ladies and the ladies they love
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| When I was ten my teenage girlfriend asked me for some wee-weed
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| (Each and everyone of you be needing some kind of shit) |