| Got no problems, my weed lit, got nowhere to go
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| So we riding, we smoke til we can’t anymore
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| And keep floatin'
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| Pass it to your man, roll another one and (keep floatin')
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| When it’s almost done, why don’t you go and break down enough for another one
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| And roll me some
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| Hey, then you can pass that
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| The kid who rock a snap back
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| Steady blow this hash back until my thoughts are abstract
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| How we get by, that’s how we living in this day and age
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| I bring colour to this World that’s filled with shades of gray
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| Throwin this cake away to blaze and sip some Tanqueray
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| Remember spectating til they picked the kid to play the game
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| Now I’m an allstar, blasted out the ballpark
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| In my Lamborghini speeding, you a golf cart
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| California dream, Amsterdam reality
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| Life ain’t what it seems
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| These the thoughts weed pull outta me
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| Blow through a thousand trees
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| The whole entire crowd could see
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| Living in what seems to be fiction, I’m on a balcony
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| I light one up, this for those who ever doubted me
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| Than light another, this for those who hold it down for me
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| Passing around the weed, no problems at all
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| And you haters keep on hating, I ain’t talking to y’all
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| And you can pass, we be floating along
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| So much smoke we got words high we wrote in the song
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| Girl I try to come to make you smile
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| I’m gone so will you wait a while
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| As soon as I come home we can smoke and then we stay a while
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| Some people hate my style
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| Some people love it though
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| And all these kids that wanna clone they ain’t coming close
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| Politicing joints we countin' none of your votes
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| I’m getting everybody high so you can puff on ya roach
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| Shawty used to all these playa’s, tell her fuck with a coach
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| I just want you to come over, roll me something to smoke
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| Hey my mind be cooking rhymes up
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| Living til my times up, hate me then they love me
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| Tell them try to make they minds up
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| Barbers in, they line me up, ID was on the beat
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| It’s best to shout the people out that help you get your cheese
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| Smoking weed, we got no problems at all
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| All you haters keep on hating
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| I ain’t talking to y’all |