| Roll me tight, kiss me dry
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| Then blaze me up now let’s get hi-i-i-igh
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| Get the tray, dump the ash
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| Now take two pulls, then pa-a-a-ass
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| It’s no dough on it, it’s no toke in it
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| All day and night we puff on c-h-r-o-nic
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| It’s no dough on it, no toke in it
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| All day and night we puff that c-h-r-o-nic
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| Goin' out to my true smokers, this one’s for you
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| Kool’port tokin, got me lifted like a bulldozer
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| Superman god got em floatin'
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| Like I just smoked some shit from Sampson, gan' got me chokin
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| We be in the van rollin' off that, Cheech & Chong
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| Keep your bongs, I’m straight with the cognac Phillie
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| Want a hit, don’t act silly
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| Unless you put five on the sack Willie
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| Smoke it with me if you got it
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| I smell it let me inhale it
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| Trendsetting, got a Dilla rolled for you
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| It’s tight like fresh trim, all fluff, no stems
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| Think I’ll put flame to it
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| It’s no dough on it, it’s no toke in it
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| «Ahh Mary Jane, I’ll call call you later»
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| «gotta go into action»
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| «Well…» |