| Aye I don’t fuck with the E, I don’t fuck with the coka
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| Nigga like me, more like a smoker
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| Nigga like you, more like a joker
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| I be off that hen rolling up like I’m supposed to
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| Roll up, wait hold up
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| We got all this tree, but we ain’t got no blunts
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| And you hear what this song about
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| Ah fuck it bring the bongs out
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| Yeah, it’s the ganja farmer
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| The cultivator of the marijuana
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| Mister motivation and medication
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| And I don’t give a fuck no explanation
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| See I’m rolling up every time I go out
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| Not, I’m rolling up every time one goes out
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| I’m rolling up like approaching the spot
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| I’m the man on the mother fucking block
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| West Side!
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| Ice cold hits from the bong yeah I smoke till I’m gone
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| Pretty bitches on my arm uh
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| Yeah I do it like this, roll up two hits
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| What I’m on two fifths
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| Man I’m running though zips and pounds
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| All on your bitch I got my dick in her mouth, huh
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| Weed and Xanie bars yeah that’s all I need
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| Name another Mexican as high as me, Berner
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| Weed and Hennessy is all I need (is all I need)
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| I’m a rakataka until I D-I-E
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| Back that thing up let me see you do it for a G
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| Long hair yep yep I don’t care
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| Roll one for a negro put it in the air
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| Every day is 4/20 when you over here
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| Every day is 4/20 when you over here |