| Roll it up then, no frontation
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| Smoke it up then, heal the nation
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| Roll it up then, burn the ganja
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| I need to pass the roach because it’s burning my hand
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| Let me take you on a trip, deep where I venture
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| With the P-Town ballers in the city of Placentia
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| Tell 'em what were gonna do? |
| Fool, I though you knew
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| We’re gonna fishbowl this bitch and roll the avenue
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| Man, I’m 'bout to park it so we can get to spark it
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| We’ll score a fat sack and there won’t be no more then
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| We’ll make a right turn the shef’ll burn
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| Break out the two four and put the bowl on turn
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| We need to hurry up because my high’s straight escapin'
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| We need a sixty roll because this bowl, I’m sick of scrapin'
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| We’re gettin' low on herb, I found a twenty on the curb
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| I got about a fifty, so Loc, what’s the word?
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| It’s superb, we 'bout to blaze it
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| We’ll score a fat sack and smoke till we’re hazin'
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| Never perpetrate me because we just got lifted
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| Saint call some freaks, why me? |
| Because you’re gifted
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| Roll it up then, no frontation
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| Smoke it up then, heal the nation
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| Roll it up then, burn the ganja
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| I need to pass the roach because it’s burning my hand
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| Saint, we got low 'cuz we smoked all our dope
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| That shit was straight legit, when I hit it, I almost choked
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| Man, he broke and too bad, we ain’t no joke
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| Two hits and pass Saint, man, I want another roll
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| The sap oversoked, man, I want some mo'
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| That shit got me tipsy, I almost fell out the door
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| Well, look at Saint’s eyes, is that sucker livin'?
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| Shake him or somthin' that fool’s start trippin'
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| What’s a man to do when the avenues of life comes crashin' down?
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| It makes me think twice, with the J out your hand
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| You ain’t nothin' but a rookie
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| Tryin' to drop science but your mind is playin' hooky
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| Pay attention Loc, I only speak the truth
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| Sing along with the song, sendin' out to the youth
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| Roll a man a joint and he’ll smoke for a night
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| Teach him how to roll and he’ll smoke for life
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| Roll a man a joint and he’ll smoke for a night
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| Teach him how to roll and he’ll smoke for life
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| Roll it up then, no frontation
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| Smoke it up then, heal the nation
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| Roll it up then, burn the ganja
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| I need to pass the roach because it’s burning my hand
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| Man, I’m gettin' stressed, I need to hit the cess
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| I need to get some herb so I can calm my nerves
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| Let’s get some Sensemilla, it’s twenty a quarter
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| Naw let’s get some kind bud it’s willin' to float ya
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| Now check it out, I get a twenty from my girl
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| I get a quarter bag of the MC Shwag that makes you hurl
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| Look what I got, I just got my double chamber
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| We smoke it with the everlast clip, prepare for danger
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| And if a stranger wants to get a taste of it
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| He can take a hit and trip and pay me for my grip
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| I try to have two sacks in case one gets lonely
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| There’s a sign on my door that says bud smokers only
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| Bud smokers only, bud smokers only
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| There’s a sign on my door that says 'Bud Smokers Only'
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| Man, I’m gettin' hungry, we need to get some food
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| Man, I need some chronic to get me in the mood
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| Well, hold up, my pager is blowin' up
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| Oh yeah, that’s X-Daddy, looks like we’ll be rollin' up
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| Roll it up then, smoke it up then, roll it up then
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| Roll it up then, smoke it up then, roll it up then
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| Roll it up then, smoke it up then, roll it up then |