| I need that indo indo smoke, indo indo choke
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| Me and my niggas' throat, indo indo choke
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| Black man type of shit that make me and my niggas seeing mirages
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| Leanin' over the slob with watery eyes straight smobbin'
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| Slobbin' on his ass, would you please smack up in the kisser
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| Huffin' and huffin' and puffin' and puffin' ‘til the shit is centered
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| Took my breath away, I’m like Gone with the Wind
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| Do not step in my ride if you gone with no ends
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| Bend, the corner, so I can get four for 25
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| Slip and slide, ready for the whoride
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| See, real niggas smoke real dank, make you say, «How you crown that grammar?»
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| Talkin' to that nigga on the side, «Man, I’m allergic to that bammer»
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| So pass the spliff this so I can get lifted
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| Fuckin' with this shit, it makes me feel real gifted
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| Steppin' to me with bammer is just like an indecent proposal
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| Kid’s like piping hot, ready to come from the shoulders
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| Hold, on, like En Vogue for this shit
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| Mixed with MD 20/20 leadin' a 20 bit
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| So Mr. Sandman, would you please me give me a dream?
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| Please show me that nigga who always bring the zags and weed
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| Pass me the zig-zags
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| So I can roll it up, so I can roll a fat one
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| Pass me the zig-zags
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| So I can roll it up, so I can roll a fat one
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| Pass me the zig-zags
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| So I can roll it up, so I can roll a fat one
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| Pass me the zig-zags
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| So I can roll it up, so I can roll a fat one
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| Pass me the fuckin' lighter
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| I’ve been on the block all night and all-nighter
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| Just breaking fiends off, something kinda proper
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| And bitches on the dick ‘cause I’m the panty knocker
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| I’ll send one on a mission, she brought me back some bammer
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| I had to go and bust a move just like MC Hammer
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| And catch him at his spot, sellin' his pot, I pulls the Glock
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| Take his crop, ‘cause sellin' that fake shit, it won’t stop
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| But right now, I think that I am swervin'
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| Because that potent as chronic got me pervin'
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| Pass the zags of the vega
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| It ain’t shit greater than a nigga comin' through with a fat fader
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| And that’s how that shit goes
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| I might fuck them bitches but I’ll never love them hoes
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| They always on the dick, breath like shit, talkin' yang-yang
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| Bitches on the nuts ‘cause they potent like cocaine
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| So uh…
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| (Pass me the zig-zags, so I can roll it up, so I can roll a fat one)
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| I need some of that right shit, some of that tight shit
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| Some of that, some of that, some of that make you wanna bite shit
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| And we smoke it to a funk bassline
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| I gots to make mine, even if it take nine, years
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| To my peers shiftin' gears
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| And passin' me that potent ass chronic and them beers
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| Just…
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| Pass me the zig-zags
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| So I can roll it up, so I can roll a fat one
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| Pass me the zig-zags
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| So I can roll it up, so I can roll a fat one
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| Pass me the zig-zags
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| So I can roll it up, so I can roll a fat one
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| Pass me the zig-zags
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| So I can roll it up, so I can roll a fat one
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| Well once again, it’s that time to get high
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| To talk about that shit that catches up with you like a French fry
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| So drive to your local weed spot
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| And grab some stanky dank a.k.a. known as pot
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| Now when I say pot, shit, I don’t mean a pan
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| ‘Cause all you need is a couple of zig-zags to go to the lands
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| And if you smoke, then you know what I mean
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| ‘Cause there’s only one thang besides money that I like green
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| And if you still don’t have a clue
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| No, it ain’t Elmer’s but the shit’ll still have you stuck like some glue
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| Straight nail it to the wall
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| It’s that type of shit that’ll Pete dickin' Mary, takin' that bitch straight
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| from Paul
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| In other words, I mean some foul play
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| ‘Cause niggas sure don’t know how to act with another nigga’s bitch or some dank
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| And if you got some weed, shit, you’ll all win
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| ‘Cause a fat gram comes in handy when you got no dividends
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| It gets free shit, hmm, I never lie
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| Free haircuts, free cot, maybe a bean pie
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| Yeah, you notice that’s good
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| It’s meltin' all the hoes like an ice cube and calmin' all the boys in the hood
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| So by now you know what’s up
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| Go and get your Versateller card while I go to the corner and make me 50 bucks
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| And buy some weed and start puffin' like the magic dragon
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| So get the papers, and nigga start ziggedy-zaggin
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| Pass me the zig-zags
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| So I can roll it up, so I can roll a fat one
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| Pass me the zig-zags
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| So I can roll it up, so I can roll a fat one
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| Pass me the zig-zags
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| So I can roll it up, so I can roll a fat one
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| Pass me the zig-zags
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| So I can roll it up, so I can roll a fat one
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| («Inhale exhale with my flow») (Repeat 4X) |