| Bay Area Represntitives
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| Smoke somethin wit me, Drank somethin wit me, Pop somethin with me
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| Whatever you got man fuck wit me
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| Now its time to tell the truth, while a nigga in the booth
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| Tryin to lay this rap down, so I can get it out to you
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| Been sippin on some syrup, maybe why my speesh spurred
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| Damn, I mean my speech slurred, hardly gettin out my words
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| Ridin a car, in to lanes, about to crash on the curb
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| Smokin Blueberry Weed man fuck what cha heard
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| Popped a couple pills now its time to pick up a girl
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| Arrived at her house, she came out lookin kinda perdy'
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| Banged all night to next day, bout until two
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| Sex was great, came to find out she popped some pills too
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| Get something to eat up the street, then I hit my nigga Crunchy
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| I know its on, we have smoke outs, every fuckin Sunday
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| Hit the club, later on that night, Im drunk off Hypnotic
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| Nigga barely holdin on a party goin on in my body
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| Fire a blunt up in the club, niggas reachin like a savage
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| Need to go and see some help to control my drug habit
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| Ill bring the weed
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| You bring the liquor
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| Grab them pills
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| Lets pop up my nigga
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| Where them weed smokers at
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| Where the weed at
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| Where them weed smokers at
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| Where the where the weed at
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| Chillin on the weekend, I’m at the red light
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| Roll up a couple blunts up, I need to get my mind right
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| My dog had a bag of blow, but I ain’t wit that shit lil Bro
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| Its just an idea, I can’t have nothing goin up my nose
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| Swing by the liquor store, get a half pint of gin
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| Take a couple swigs, then a nigga pass it to a friend
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| Stay high everyday do this on a daily basis
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| Tell me stop doing drugs, I give yo ass a crazy face
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| Had a job, but I got fired, I’m like whats next
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| Supervisor got results back, from my drug test
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| I was high when I wrote this song, I know that dont surprise
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| For fun I smoke a lot of weed and kick it with the guys
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| Keep greens in my eyes, got a blunt up to my lip
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| So far its got me spreaded, minds goin on a trip
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| So thats it, got a gut, so for real I ain’t chokin'
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| Take a swallow out my beer I’m on the next thang smokin |