| Wanna blow it? |
| So roll it, breathe in and hold it Than you pass to whoever’s the closest
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| Do I grow it? |
| No, believe me I’m focused
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| It’s O and A.G. and we drink it and smoke it I gotta have it it’s a habit I don’t even pass it Do you mean I’m a addict? |
| No I just smoke a lot
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| Son, I even stash it, one of these is magic
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| My P.O. |
| actin’like I’m supposed to stop
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| In Amsterdam ten grams in the coffee shop
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| In N.Y. I get as high as them astronauts
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| I spend enough to cop something out off the lot
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| And I can tell you how strong it is if I cough or not
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| I puff the magic dragon, I got a ounce
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| In every pocket, that’s why my pants is staggin'
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| I bomb out the moombay (??), smoked out my roommate
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| And I should stop it but at this point is too late
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| Lungs bleed 'cos son need that weed
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| Can’t find, if I don’t puff I’ma eat that weed
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| And it’s with me in the clutch
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| My six teams get mean when I slam dunk fifty and a dutch
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| Inhale, then it hit me in the gut
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| Let it out, slow real and it kick me in the nuts
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| Ya know me, beats is pumpin', freaks is thumpin'
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| Grow seed, ghetto bastards gotta have it I smoke trees, I keep puffin’I’m a fuckin’O.D.
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| I taught shit and roll with parolees
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| Keep it movin’or you catchin’a wild life
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| We gettin’dirty no more livin’a foul life
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| Since a baby, ??, sayin’that child trife
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| It’s A.G. and O.C. |
| and we livin’a wild life
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| (O.C. speakin') Wanna fuck with that weed? |
| Go see A Wanna get your liver dirty? |
| Come see me.
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| (A.G.) Son, I’m twisted off the herbs but I’ma roll another blunt
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| (O.C.) And I’m about to stray herb but I’ma pour another cup
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| A cup of mo'(A.G.) and just a few more blunts
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| (both) Bon Appetit y’all throw your L’s and your drinks up Bars get poured out, liqs get poured out
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| Chicks get drawn out, the whole world, somehow
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| Remy and cranberry, ?? |
| pass it heavy
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| Twisted to the point I can’t hold a drink steady
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| A’s puffin’his dutch and I’m off gin
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| With the hardest juice in my vein, it’s no pain!
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| On some high grade things, love and happiness
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| Finesse like the Remy, red and coke in his chest
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| We get it liver than sippin’a screwdriver
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| (Word Bond) The Bon Don Juan (???) is like a vulcano with lava
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| Jack Daniel’s hit you like a .38 revolver
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| Rock you straight will have your hangover tommorow
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| Take a sip A, fuck that weed
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| Get your liver dirty, nigga, do it for me On the count of three I puff that Tran
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| At the same time you hit the Remy and on
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| (one, two, three…)
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| (A.G.) Roll it, spark it, pass if you can’t hold it
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| (O.C.) Pour, drink it, ??? |
| if you can’t control it
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| O.C. |
| and A.G. yo we drink it and smoke it… |