| Only takes about a minute then I’m in it again
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| Always filling up a vega so my day can begin
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| And end without a hastle over verbal confrontation
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| Instead I’m taking to the head the herbal medication
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| Heard that you were facing a sticky situation
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| Let this chronic meditation help to heal the player hation
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| Just be patient while I lace ya, place ya, on a path
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| To the things you’ve never had, hot steam bubble bath
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| Got rings full of diamonds, or testaments to my time
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| And true indeed forever grinding but seeming I’m better shining
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| Bet I’m winning when I’m spinning but nothing but them nude models
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| Them big faces, I replace this with a few bottles
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| To get me tipsy and keep me buzzing, you thought I wasn’t
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| I make the hits to bump your relative and all your cousins
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| And keep them popping till the morning time
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| Still chill like a villain, steadily burning mine
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| Let the smoke hit the ceiling all the way from the ground
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| Got some girls and my homies and we’re twisting a pound
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| Alize and courvoisier mixing around
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| And regardless either way it’s about to go down
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| Well I don’t fuck with alize or courvoisier
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| Just give me a twelve pack of Corona and some yerba and I’m on my way
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| Who’s got the yesca, Gelo’s got the bomb shit
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| Spend some days in a haze, come out in a dizzy daze
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| Marijuana paradise, there’s nothing quite as nice
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| My anesthetic, I’m high chiggy check it
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| Jump in the Caddy, hit the switch I might wreck it
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| Cuz it’s too quick when it hits, snaps in a millisecond
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| I don’t wanna get arrested I just wanna get down
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| But I’m so fucked up when I leave I’m gonna end up downtown
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| I already swerve as it is, I hit the curb as it is
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| I’m like a magnet to the jura, I don’t know what it is
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| Is it cuz I’m pelon, or cuz I’m stoned to the bone
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| Behind the wheel of a 'Lac, you see the sparks from the back
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| And I keep it hopping till the morning time
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| And still chill like a villain, steadily burning mine
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| Pager blowing up, got these mamis on a mission
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| Begging me to call them back just to hear their propositions
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| How they get me in the sack, how they’re bending these positions
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| How I won’t know what I’m missing till that full body licking
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| Always thinking to my player gear, ain’t no Captain Save A here
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| Still I keep a gang of them or wishing they were laying near
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| Staying clear of rats and others that wanna trap
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| A brother like me, yo homie pay apology be
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| Easily I be strutting right by
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| Half shutting my eyes but it ain’t nothing, I’m high
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| I’m trying to chill like a real man, baby can you feel that
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| Take me to the pad with the bed and the mus-ac
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| Then we’ll snack on the fruits of love
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| All night in the tub, anything you’re thinking of
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| First the rubbing then the touching then the jumping up on you
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| You got a secret, I can keep it, so you’re calling your homey
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| It’s going down |