| That nigga trying to get his watts up? |
| hat
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| Nigga trying get his european hat
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| Hey hey you got some weed
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| You got some for me
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| (Yeah, Nah)
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| You got some weed young dal?
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| (C'mon dawg)
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| Ya’ll got some Zig-Zags
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| Any nigga got some Zig-Zags
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| (nah man I ain’t got none, shit)
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| Ay were them little twizlers at
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| Big vin you got some Zig-Zags
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| (hell no won’t you?)
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| I got the twizlers nigga
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| (nah you gave em to ?)
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| Awh ain’t no niggas ever got no Zig-Zag
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| When every nigga wanna smoke weed
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| You know what?
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| Nigga’s eh, the nigga thats asking for some fucking Zig-Zag
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| Needs to take they ass to the store!
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| Eh excuse, excuse me I would like to, eh, get some of them Zig-Zags.
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| The, eh, the orange, the orange label
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| Ahh, are you talking about this
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| Eh, no the slow burners. |
| The kind with…
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| Oh, I think we’re all out off
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| Say mister
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| Say mister little japanese man
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| I’m not gonna rob your liqour store
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| That’s what I’m not here for
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| See I wanna pay for that V.S.O.P
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| And give me a pack of slow burners please
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| He said
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| The only thing I got is the regular or the Randy’s
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| But I don’t like the Randy’s
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| Cause that wire shit is blemmy
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| Fuck it, I might aswell pay for the fifth
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| Went on my way
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| I said, hey have a nice day
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| Went down the street to Big Bob’s
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| Here I say
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| Do you have some slow burners and a couple of flickers
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| He said I don’t think — heeey, wait a minute
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| Here’s the last pack
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| Hopped in the g house
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| Diamond in the back
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| Now I’ve been waiting all day
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| To smoke my chronic
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| Cause one hit will make you bionic
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| Put it in a ruff ruff ruff neck tip?
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| Cause the power won’t fly without it’s cape
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| Then I peel? |
| up all my shit
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| And I smoke it with the quickness?
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| I, I meditate
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| Cause my mind is filled with niceness
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| Yeah
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| It’s slow burnin 22.5 Fahrenheit
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| Ha, well alright
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| Cause it’s slow burnin 22.5 Fahrenheit
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| What you say well alright
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| Cause it’s slow burnin 22.5 Fahrenheit
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| Yeah, well alright
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| Cause it’s like 32, 32, 32 leaves to every pack
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| Situations kinda hot
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| Don’t stop
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| Cause you know just where the funk go
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| Yeah, funk’em real good funk’em real good
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| Situations kinda hot
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| Don’t stop
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| Cause you know just where to funk down
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| Yeah, smoke’em fuck’em fuck’em
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| I’m out here cooling in the alley
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| Serving all my rocks
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| Cluckers keep coming
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| Like in big cluck flocks
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| I got doctors, lawyer, etcetera, etcetera
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| Cause I got the dope that they want to know better
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| See a cluck here wanna get some shit on credit
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| But you already owe me ens
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| And your going to go more in debt
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| I’m in a generous mood
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| I’ll give you two days
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| To get my motherfucking sheets
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| And if you don’t they’ll be beef
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| Cause silly silly clucker get ya ass home to ya kids
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| Cause ya motherfucking wrong
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| For leaving them kids alone at home
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| I see some niggas at the end of the alley
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| Around eleven of them men are coming towards me
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| I won’t mall ya or nall ya?
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| Scared stiff ya’ll
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| My intension was to flap my words?
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| And get motherfucking ghost
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| Yo, now they up to no good
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| Cause I was clocking big jackers
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| In they motherfucking hood
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| One nigga straight pulled out a machete
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| But then I broke like a motherfucker
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| Heading for my Chevy
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| Went around the corner to reload on they ass
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| Yeah, ya’ll all know the rest
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| Cause it’s slow burnin 22.5 Fahrenheit
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| Ha, well alright
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| Cause it’s slow burnin 22.5 Fahrenheit
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| Haha, well alright
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| Cause it’s slow burnin 22.5 Fahrenheit
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| Hehe, well alright
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| Cause it’s like 32, 32, 32 leaves to every pack
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| Yeah, 32 leaves to every pack
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| Yeah, cause it’s like 32 leaves to every pack
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| Kinda hot
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| Cause you know just where the funk go
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| Yeah funk’em funk’em smoke’em funk’em
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| Situations kinda hot
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| Don’t stop
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| Cause you know just where the funk down
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| Yeah, and I don’t mean under the table yall
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| Said situations kinda hot
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| Don’t stop
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| Cause you know just where the funk down
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| Yeah and I do mean funk’em funk’em
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| Situations kinda hot
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| Don’t stop (slow down)
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| Cause you know just where the funk go
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| Yeah and its all about this here
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| Slow burnin 22.5 Fahrenheit
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| Ha well alright
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| Cause it’s slow burnin 22.5 Fahrenheit
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| Ha well alright
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| Cuz it’s slow burnin 22.5 Fahrenheit
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| Ha well alright
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| Cause it’s like 32, 32, 32 leaves to every pack |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Slow Burnin' 22.5˚ Fahrenheit , by - Kokane. Song from the album Kokane's 24th Anniversary Album, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп