| This is a acid trip, rancid spit, psychedelic capsules
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| With some packs of shit
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| Vodka & Ayahuasca to capture a glimpse of ecstasy
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| You will need a tiny pill in this bitch
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| Now overdose over the doses prescribed for Doc Nova
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| The pot smoker, too high to be sober
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| I bleed smoke my weed smoke is keef soaked
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| The re-broke, the re-wrote enough to make
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| 3 choke, 1 pass out, 2 weed smoke, When all’s gone
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| We re-roachin it, re-toast
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| We boast about that kush we roast, best gross
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| Top dollar top of the chart, that’s the west coast
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| If I ain’t high then I must have just woke up
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| I stay high in to the moon, till the sun rose up
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| Then I make clouds appear, the gas is massive
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| I’ll clash your gastric, smash your glasses
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| Back from the ashes spread like rashid flashes that
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| Man to man this be a classic with new cuts fuck that
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| Gashes act if you a now inactive bastards
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| Bring it back, it’s at ya
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| Double G
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| So high, So high, So high
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| I must be out of my mind
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| In your system with extra strenght
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| Travel at magnificent speeds around the universe
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| Ah mix the vodka with the ayahuasca
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| Indian Shaman, the witch doctor
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| Leave your whole body stoned like Jimmy Hoffa no stopper
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| Cause once I go under water I go lower than Davy Jones locker
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| Double G’s a show stopper
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| Headbanger, the dome rocker, makes you noodle like
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| Pasta, for surely the one and only gang bacteria
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| So quarantine the immediate area
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| And it only get scarier aerial attack mosquito malaria
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| Don’t procrastinate, I’ll assassinate ya character
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| Paul Derringer «Shoot To Kill"like Tom Berenger
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| Yeah, If I ain’t high, I’m not woke
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| Still dreaming still flying through clouds of pot smoke
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| Blunt schemin, marijuana mixed wit rock coke
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| Places you could not go
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| Bar full of birds like Roscoe’s
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| What you expect though?
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| It’s a psychedelic expo, what I’m poppin' is not a Mento
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| So tune in and drop out let the best go
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| Ballistic on the tempo
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| Mad Man Mike, Dr Demento
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| Alan The Chemist, fill up the jars now it’s replenished
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| Mix the dimethyltriptamine with the Guinness
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| Double G society’s menace OX tenants
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| Hella time for me to handle my biz
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| Hide women & kids, it’s Double G! |