| Now it’s that weed, reefa, marijuana that got me twisted
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| Hell we runnin' that wood awfuly somethin' good so we stay blistered
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| Off that thunder birdy yac
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| Dirty rolled dem auctimo’s by the pack 'cause' they bust so slowly
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| And credited a sack from Pimpy Small 'cause' you know he know me
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| Hold on now that blunt comin' my way so high you hit it for me
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| Plus you baby sittin', shit you tryin' to hog all the dope
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| Nigga stop runnin' off at cho mouth for you run out all this smoke
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| But yet you wonder why you don’t get high yo eyes aint red
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| You off up in hea hittin' that wood like yo bitch ass scared
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| You aint no chiefa foreal I peeped yo ass through the rear view mirror
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| You in the back hittin' that dope like you smokin' a black
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| And if it aint none of that killa cream then that dope aint no fiah
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| We roll em' fat like snicker bars and blow that smoke in the sky
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| And that aint no lie 'cause' we some Dirty niggas born to die
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| Hell I can’t tell, it seem to me like we was born to get high
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| And raise hell off that |
| I don’t know that yall bitches smokin' on in the east and the west
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| But I know down south shit my niggas smoke the best
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| We chief that wood wood bitch you know that good good
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| That greenchy green get cha high off in my hood hood
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| My eyes be low, my throat be warm, and plus it’s half way numb
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| And if I hit that thing too hard that smoke calapse my lungs
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| Yall don’t feel me, that’s that shit my niggas blaze in the Gump
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| And if you aint hittin' no wood like that you must been smokin' bunk
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| Now what cha rollin' wit' shit we roll them dudge mastas
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| We used to smoke them Swisher Sweets, but them bitches run faster
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| Don’t be jealous jockin' me because my wood some skank
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| Someone puff action smoke one blunt and have the whole house stank
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| And all that shit they talkin' bout' brah it aint all that it seem
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| Hell I don’t even know why they smokin' that wood it aint all the way green
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| Know what I mean? |
| Off in the village is where we kept them blunts bunted
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| Up under the stairs lookin' out to see if security comin' |
| 'cause' we stay gone off that
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| It’s that green wood that I inhale that got me lost
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| Movin' slowly nigga hold me before I fall
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| It’s that green wood that I inhale that got me lost
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| Movin' slowly nigga hold me before I fall
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| It’s that green wood that I inhale that got me lost
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| Movin' slowly nigga hold me before I fall
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| It’s that green wood that I inhale that got me lost
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| Movin' slowly nigga hold me before I fall
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| It’s that green wood that I inhale that got me lost
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| Movin' slowly nigga hold me before I fall |