| Oooh
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| Oooh, oooh-oooh-oooh
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| Smoke it up baby (Smoke it, baby)
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| Smoke it with me
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| Tobacco leaves, orale, why don’t you pass me the twenty so I can busy
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| And roll on
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| Roll on
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| Gotta gets my stroll on
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| Stroll on
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| Do you wanna get a natural buzz, the kind that 'bout to make you feel love, love
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| Feeling low-key, digging down the bud, what
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| Dominator got so many ways to get a blaze than any other, better than The Boat
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| Love, chump
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| Me feeling outrageously high, took a rip of the bong, before long
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| Paranoid, me mind may play tricks on a motherfucker
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| But don’t trip too much
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| Backing up everything when I say, «I better cleanse my mind»
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| My homie Double Deezy Diesel does it all the time
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| And even
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| My other homie Krazy Boy
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| Blazing a pipa like a kid with the toy that’ll morta
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| Through good times
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| And bad times
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| We keep it iry all the time (All the time, baby)
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| Through good times
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| And bad times
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| We keep it iry on my mind (On my mind, on my mind)
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| Gotta keep my mind locked tight, gotta roll on
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| Roll on, smoke on with my motherfuckin' |
| Homie Double D, and you better believe, we smoke weed, all the time on the
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| motherfuckin' scene
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| Gotta have it in the morning, gotta have it in the night
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| Gotta have it every day, gotta have it every way
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| Smoking weed, how I stay, hit the motherfucker pipe
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| Cause the jane, how I pray, feeling alright, okay
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| Time to get that chronic up and get another sack
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| Bounce back to the pad, then we roll it up
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| Fat, oh yeah, I know you like that
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| Bomb shit, that be green, smoking up
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| Light grafe', gasoline to the side, how we ride
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| Do it true with playa ties
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| Do it true with playa ties
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| Do it true with playa ties
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| Let’s get
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| High, me and you
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| Blazed out in the couch, watching the town roll by
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| Everybody been wanting a puff out of my canibus
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| But I’m a stingy motherfucker, been fiendin' from my grafene
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| (???) acceptable
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| Joined down to the roach, collectable
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| At the end of the year
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| I’m a have about a thousand three hundred fucking mountain of roaches
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| Hocus pocus
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| When I tote this
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| Everybody better be knowing, I leave 'em hopeless |
| Focus my motherfucking mind, fuck paranoid
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| I wanna get high
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| So high, fuck time, fuck lye
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| Blow dye, all night, stay fly
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| And lie
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| That’s why
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| True ties all the time, stay high
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| We high, no lie
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| Match boats
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| I got the next light
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| Tonight
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| Everybody be wondering where the bomb went
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| Dominator and Krazy, we had the jacket
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| Pack it, we
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| True, players, smoking weed, everyday, all day, all night, I blaze
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| Get fucked up out of my mind, gettin' fucked up wasting time, you say,
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| but I stay
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| High |