| Sorta, SortaHuman
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| Sorta, SortaHuman
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| Sorta, SortaHuman
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| Sorta, SortaHuman
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| Get high, get high, get high
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| Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt
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| Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt
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| Get high, get high, get high
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| Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt
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| Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt
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| Get high, get high, get high
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| Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt
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| Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt
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| Get high, get high, get high
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| Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt
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| Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt
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| Hoes is chilling, biting, smoking, drinking, thinking 'bout my past
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| Then my homies came thru, and asked, «Where the hell’s the sack?»
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| Petey handed me a bowl of sour, so I took a couple drags
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| Then proceeded to go to the back and get hash up out the sack
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| «Take a little just to make it last"—that's Supa’s motto
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| We fiendin' on these trees like we just won the lotto
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| Chiefin' for a reason, like we ain’t gon' see tomorrow
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| Until we fall asleep and make some Zs like Zorro
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| Inhalin' vapors and feeling no sorrow, don’t feel no pain
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| I feel bad for the people who have never kicked it with Mary Jane
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| She radiates all through my brain and enhances every thought I think
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| Even makes my food better, and I have more fun when I drink
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| Gimme a bag of that sticky-icky, I need an eighth for the sixty-sixty
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| Hippie shit, just like the '60s, except we fresh—them dudes was filthy
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| Ridin' forty-five in the fifty, I smoked these joints, now I’m spliffy
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| Damn, this bowl really got me lifted, I rap so tight, people say I’m gifted
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| Get high, get high, get high
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| Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt
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| Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt
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| Get high, get high, get high
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| Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt
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| Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt
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| Get high, get high, get high
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| Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt
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| Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt
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| Get high, get high, get high
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| Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt
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| Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt
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| Puffin' on that paradise, that kush has got me paralyzed
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| Verified, I’m very high, whip so clean, it’s sterilized
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| Terrorize yo block, you in my way? |
| Why ain’t ya moving?
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| Me and Supa Sortahuman rolled a quarter in a Cuban, now we groovin'
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| Feeling extra throwed, hot like wings of buffalos
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| Just to let you bustas know, them duffel bags got extra dough
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| Only fuck with sexy hoes, I swear I leave the rest alone
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| Underground, I’m lesser known, but in the hood they feel my testimony
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| Y’all ain’t smoking on my level, y’all ain’t fucking on my level
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| Y’all ain’t dranking on my level, y’all ain’t nothing on my level
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| These fools they needin' a lesson, they probably smokin' that resin
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| They talkin' all of that shit, I’ll prolly pull out my weapon
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| That sour diesel be relievin' my stress, gettin me right
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| I swear it’s hard not to just walk outside ready to fight
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| Lime green cannabis, color of Praying Mantises
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| No stems, no seeds, crystals like they amethyst
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| Get high, get high, get high
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| Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt
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| Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt
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| Get high, get high, get high
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| Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt
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| Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt
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| Get high, get high, get high
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| Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt
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| Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt
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| Get high, get high, get high
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| Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt
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| Smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt, smoke yo blunt |