| Yeah, yeah, SlayDro!
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| This that J Dilla right here
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| Badu, Indica Badu
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| Yeah, that’s right…
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| Riding 'round the city with my homies, blowing trees
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| Wavy like the Seven Seas, living life, let me get it right
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| Let me give it a minute to get up in it like a beautiful independent woman
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| that’s finna make you wait to smash
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| Come now, let me count this cash
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| Come now, let me sip this flask
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| Pockets fat like shawty ass
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| Jump in the whip, gotta get this gas
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| Put that shit in drive, I’m live like ammunition
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| No permission needed, I proceeded to accelerate
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| Had days with hella hate, but gotta let that anger migrate
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| All this shit that’s on my plate
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| That food for thought that can’t be bought
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| But only taught, and on the real, know
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| I can’t get much higher, been smoking that fire
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| Riding 'round the city with my homies that know me
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| Know that I can’t get much higher, word to my supplier
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| While you break it, roll it, light it, use that fire, ignite it
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| I can’t get much higher, been smoking that fire
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| Riding 'round the city with my homies that know me
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| Know that I can’t get much higher, word to my supplier
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| While you break it, roll it, light it, use that fire, ignite it
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| I can’t get much higher
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Nigga, like we smoking all weekend
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| And I roll and smoke when I’m drinkin'
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| Tell them open that door but don’t peek in
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| We be havin' a OG Kush meetin'
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| If we smokin' that dope, it’s a reason
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| Eyes so low from the chiefin'
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| I be getting high when I wake up
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| And roll me one more 'fore I’m sleeping
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| Man, I be smoking so good that I be forgetting the past
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| It don’t even come to my house
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| If it ain’t wrapped up in a turkey bag
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| We roll up the herb and laugh, kick back, blow a zip
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| Take it on a plane, know I smoke the same when I’m on a trip
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| Nigga like me always got weed on 'em (got weed on 'em)
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| Try to tell me that she don’t smoke, later on she joinin'
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| Ain’t no point, no I’m back, keep going in
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| You been rolling with cats, who boring
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| I be bringing them stacks enormous
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| Section always in the back important
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| Bad bitch gorgeous, pack imported
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| I can’t get much higher, been smoking that fire
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| Riding 'round the city with my homies that know me
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| Know that I can’t get much higher, word to my supplier
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| While you break it, roll it, light it, use that fire, ignite it
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| I can’t get much higher, been smoking that fire
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| Riding 'round the city with my homies that know me
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| Know that I can’t get much higher, word to my supplier
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| While you break it, roll it, light it, use that fire, ignite it
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| I can’t get much higher
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| Uh, yeah, I’m finna get up in the feeling
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| Independent feeling like a boss
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| Roll a little something, smoke a little something
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| Kick back and then floss
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| Chiefin' that Indica in the cut, tell my anxiety to get lost
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| Fuck a pill, only numb the pain
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| Man, you know how much that shit cost?
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| I ain’t talking 'bout your pocket
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| No, I am only talking about the mind
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| When the cannabis combine with the brain
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| It be like everything you see, it seem to shine
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| Smoking that Golden State, everything going great
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| Got a lot on my plate, not a single complaint
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| Stack of money in the bank
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| This that RattPack and that Taylor Gang
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| They know the face and they know the name
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| I’m a married man with a bad wife
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| Never fuck around unless it’s Mary Jane
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| Come play the game, honestly never the same
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| Just like my flow, got one for every occasion
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| Living the life so my life is amazing, woo
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| I can’t get much higher, been smoking that fire
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| Riding 'round the city with my homies that know me
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| Know that I can’t get much higher, word to my supplier
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| While you break it, roll it, light it, use that fire, ignite it
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| I can’t get much higher, been smoking that fire
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| Riding 'round the city with my homies that know me
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| Know that I can’t get much higher, word to my supplier
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| While you break it, roll it, light it, use that fire, ignite it
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| I can’t get much higher
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| Yeah, and if you don’t know by now — I smoke weed!
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| «Hahahaha,"how Wiz gonna give me the verse
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| He ain’t gonna give me the laugh though?
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| «Hahahaha,"that shit iconic
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, Indica Badu |