| It’s no mad times and there’s no sad times
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| Only good vibes and high sides when you’re smoking tide
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| Shoopi-doop
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| Now come get high with big (?)
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| Get high
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| They tell me to quit that shit, can’t put it down, I tried
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| Now watch me catch an attitude, I trip when I’m not high
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| I got to smoke, I got to smoke
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| Rollin' up the smoke, rollin' up the smoke
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| Man the story all starts at the age of 12
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| I saw my uncle roll weed and I liked the smell
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| He’ll let me take a hit and I’ll be high as hell
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| Fuck around hit a lick now I got bud for sale
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| As a king had a dream I had a digital beam
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| Late night trap house high as the skies you see
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| I just recently invested in a book called green
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| And hooked a nigga to some knowledge on a thing called weed
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| I was down in Vancouver smokin' Grape Ape in my loft
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| Change the smoke alarm, make sure that bitch ain’t goin' off
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| That grand daddy purp yeah, you ain’t never heard of no soft
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| I got some cheddar now, thinkin' bout knockin' you over
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| The (?) slaps (?) in the sprinter
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| Movin' like a ninja turtle smokin' Master Splinter
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| It’s (?) in my cup I ain’t gon' save her I’m a sinner
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| Step your edibles up, I eat marijuana for dinner
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| They tell me to quit that shit, can’t put it down, I tried
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| Now watch me catch an attitude, I trip when I’m not high
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| I got to smoke, I got to smoke
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| Rollin' up the smoke, rollin' up the smoke
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| Man I was 12 years old livin' on the east side
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| When I really got high you know from my first time
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| And I didn’t like it so I quit for a bit
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| Now three years later I’m chillin' with a bitch
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| She say hit this so I hit it and I quit it
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| And I passed it and then she started actin' real nasty
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| This shit was new to me
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| Now she tellin' me what she about to do to me
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| Willingly, fluently
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| I’m young so I did it, yessir
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| I got sprung when I hit it, I’ll admit it
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| So from that day forward I made it a must
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| To push kush and blow blunts to fuck now
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| I blow up out of bow-wow
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| King Chronic aka big Bow-Wow
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| From the Bay to the A then back to LA
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| Will I quit? |
| Think not, no way
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| They tell me to quit that shit, can’t put it down, I tried
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| Now watch me catch an attitude, I trip when I’m not high
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| I got to smoke, I got to smoke
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| Rollin' up the smoke, rollin' up the smoke
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| They tell me to quit that shit, can’t put it down, I tried
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| Now watch me catch an attitude, I trip when I’m not high
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| I got to smoke, I got to smoke
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| Rollin' up the smoke, rollin' up the smoke |