| And I wanna smoke…
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| Red rum animosity
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| And I wanna chief…
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| I wanna smoke…
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| And we gonna do it like this
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| I gotta hunger for that chronic flow through my chest
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| I need it daily and I’m jumpy without no sess
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| I like that lime green wrapped up tightly in a blunt
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| And whenever there’s a drought I’m steady on a hunt
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| I hit my hood feelin good I done found a sack
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| I get a pint of yak and party till' I’m layed back
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| Call up my click and have a smoke out it’s on again
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| I chased that bud with that yak and let it do me in
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| If it’s a sin then I hope the lord will understand
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| I gotta chief until I choke cause that’s my daily plain
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| Cause I’m that all-mighty chiefer ain’t nothin sweeter
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| Than the smell of skunk infested reefer, I’ma believer
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| I gots to be the first to light it up and take a pull
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| Steadily inhalin all I can makin my lungs full
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| I got to pass it when I choke that luv ain’t no joke
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| It’s hard to cope without that aink
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| Cause I just gots to smoke…
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| (chorus:girl rp2x)
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| And I wanna smoke (I wanna smoke)
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| And I wanna smoke (I wanna smoke)
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| I wanna chief
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| And I wanna smoke (I wanna smoke)
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| And I wanna smoke
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| That can of Mrs. Chiefer gives me that vibe
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| Of the tribe, I’m the head chiefer
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| I love that reefer in my system, it relieves my pain
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| And I’m aware that it’s doin damage to my brain
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| But I don’t care, I like chillin wit my eyes redd
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| Wit chronic leaves steadily dancin all around my head
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| I got the munchies & I’m tripin off of everything I see
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| High as I kite steadily rollin up a swisher sweet
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| Sack after sack, I’m chiefin back to back
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| Remove them seeds, I constantly be havin aink attack
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| Cause it’s a need, I can’t help it I’m a fiend in love
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| Hooked on that aink and I be floatin to the skies above
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| Smokin blink it helps me think, it helps me feel at ease
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| It keeps me calm I be spendin almost all my cheese
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| I need that bomb in my chest I love that cess
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| It ain’t no joke I can’t cope unless I got that dope
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| I wanna smoke…
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| (chorus:girl rp2x)
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| I like to smoke my endo and get so high
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| I blow weed like I’m going crazy don’t ask me why
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| I can’t explain it, I’m so addicted
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| I’m deep in love wit that chronic it keeps me wicked
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| I’m hooked on bud, I be fiendin every time I’m sober
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| About to die I be lovin when my g’s come over
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| And get me high as a mink coat
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| Just let the aink float through the sky
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| When I be smokin I can feel my throat gettin dry
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| I can’t deny I got plenty problems
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| But only swishers and a fat sack can help me solve 'em
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| I ain’t the one to be without that all-might gaunja
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| It ain’t no solitary doubt that I must feed my hunger
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| Like Stevie Wonder I can’t see into another day
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| Espicially if I gotta face that day without no hay
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| It ain’t no way I gots to have it that’s on the real
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| That ain’t no joke so fry it up
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| And pass it through the field I wanna smoke
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| (chorus till end) |