| Everything ain’t what it seem to be
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| But when I’m on the scenery, I gotta keep the greenery
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| I’m high as hell so I might as well
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| Sale this little eight cause' I’m searchin' for some clientele
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| But I been scopin' this bitch
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| She like to high, so we end up smokin' this shit
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| Know I’m a hit some shit
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| We got it crackin in the house, Bust a nut
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| Now I’m flippin' cup, Pack each other loud
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| Probably movin' in your direction
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| I ain’t a show off this handgun for protection
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| Lessons I learned, Be clear don’t be guessing
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| Get guide and have to deal with the L in your section
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| We grow weed over here, nigga
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| Educated tattoo sleeves over here, nigga
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| Lookin for it cause I travel a lot
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| Pick it up at «Jack In The Box»
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| Nigga is you matchin' or not?
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| I’m lookin for the local weed man
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| Can somebody please tell me where he stay
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| I ain’t smoked all fuckin' day
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| I got 50 on a muhfuckin eight
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| And I be straight
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| I ain’t tryna cause no drama
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| I’m just happy that a nigga got paid
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| You ain’t gotta say names
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| Coulda brought my own, couldn’t get it on the plane
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| All a nigga sayin, is where the local weed man?
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| I’m just lookin for the good
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| No stress, see the purple or the kush,
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| Bitch boys always lying bout' they weed,
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| Pussy dry man that shit ain’t even carrot
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| Pass it baby, get out your clothes
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| Let’s get high, girl I live in the smoke
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| I ain’t fuckin' around, Turn it around,
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| Get to touchin' the ground, and I’m a score,
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| By touchin' it down.
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| I’m a man of my word
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| Had the weed and I’m a handle the curves
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| I need the herb before puttin' in work
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| Then I finally land
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| Got little momma buying me grams
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| Telling myself it’s all part of the plan
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| Stay on my shit
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| Hit a joint, then I hit a chick
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| Hit the stage and she hit a lick
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| That’s thug love
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| Kush talks in the middle of the night
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| Need a local weed man on site.
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| I’m lookin for the local weed man
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| Can somebody please tell me where he stay
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| I ain’t smoked all fuckin' day
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| I got 50 on a muhfuckin eight
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| And I be straight
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| I ain’t tryna cause no drama
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| I’m just happy that a nigga got paid
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| You ain’t gotta say names
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| Coulda brought my own, couldn’t get it on the plane
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| All a nigga sayin, is where the local weed man? |