| 1 — When you’re smokin' on some 8
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| Fool, it ain’t no joke
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| Take a shot of Rene Martin
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| Then pass the dope
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| We gon' ball 'til we fall
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| Get drunk and choke
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| Breathe up on that green
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| Meet me back at the store
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| I’m watchin' this track like a tornado
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| When I’m full of that green
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| It gotta be some head banger
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| Do you know what I mean?
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| I’m on the scene, feelin' slow
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| I just smoked and ODed
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| It’s all good, I’m havin' fun
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| With my niggas and me
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| The Z3 accompanied by a driver named Boo
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| I’m high, I smoked a lot
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| I’m gonna blaze 'til I’m through
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| Can you hang with us baby?
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| We get high off several, things that make you say
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| «Damn, I’m scared to get on their level»
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| We be clubbin', always knock the heavy spots when we late
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| We heavy drinkin' on some Mo'
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| We party-hardy all day
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| So what you say, you in on it?
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| Then pass it around
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| Lights, camera, action
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| Candid Camera now
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| Just a joke to provoke you to get high
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| To each, it’s on, a partier 'til I die
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| Nineteen ninety fuckin' nine
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| Oops, the party is over
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| Overflow, battin' at 2? |
| black Range Rovers, yeah
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| (I'm high off that weed…)
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| I’m hittin' the park, eyes fucked
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| Just-a keepin' it real
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| So if you feel the way I feel
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| Then ya ass know the deal
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| I get some chronic, killa fragrance
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| So my ride’ll smell good
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| All you niggas in the hood know that shit do some good
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| Good enough to knock the odor out some weed that’s on fire
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| ? |
| taped around my waste
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| I fly the friendly skies
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| To get 'bout it 'round my venus
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| Cuz I got shit to do
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| So do enough to get me through
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| The world? |
| Gangsta Boo
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| I got the mask to my fuckin' face
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| I’m fiendin'' to increase my high
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| ??? |
| red as hell, these bitches better recognize
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| Gangsta Boo, the scandalous bitch that do not take no shit
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| Smoked-a, loc’ed-a
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| Playas all around, but known as Triple 6
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| Million blunts up in my mind
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| Yeah my niggas cap at times
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| Smoked up all the blunts
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| And now I’m high, I’m on cloud 9
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| Dumb trick up into my clique
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| You’ll get your fuckin' body bust
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| Bitches bodies chopped up
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| Mixed with guts and shit, off in my trunk
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| (I'm high off that weed…) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song High Off That Weed , by - Gangsta Boo. Song from the album Enquiring Minds, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп