| Aowww!
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| What the fuck is THAT?!
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| I’m 'bout to light my medication!
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| Hey yo Doc
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| Whattup?
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| Let’s do this shit
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| Okay then — light one up for ya boy out there
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| Yo, let’s go
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| I like to fly the friendly skies until the sky fall
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| I got them frequent flier miles, I hit the Sky Mall
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| I’m on that red eye flight, you see the redness in my eyeballs
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| Homey ain’t no question that I balls
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| I’m fresh as Pine-Sol, what you smellin is trees
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| Me and my bredderns inhalin watermelon and cheese
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| I clear my head like Magellan while he’s sailin the seven, seas
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| 'til armageddeon just waitin 'til I’m a legend
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| Please! |
| I am legend, a veteran in my profession
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| No guessin it’s Meth in this session, you smell this herbal essence
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| Ain’t nothin like a first impression
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| Sky’s the limit, and sometimes I’m so fly, I need a flight extension
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| Yo I know I smell good, when I walk by
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| I catch sky miles, cause I look high
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| And plus I look fly baby take a Polaroid
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| And when you done with that light one wit’cha boy
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| Yessir, A-YO
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| I’ve been in every hood around the world it never fail
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| Soon as they smell that aroma they say light the L
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| Yeah, they see me flow, Half Baked like Chappelle
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| I guess I swim AND smoke like Michael Phelps
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| Yeah, type the e-mail, tell 'em I got the bud
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| Females, I got 'em locked, like Casanova Rud
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| Lookin at my Roley I got time like the Culture Club
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| And since we off the hook, MMM, I’mma roll it up~!
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| Girl you know whassup, Friday we gon' get it in
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| I’m gonna tell you shut up, you’ll say «Say it again!»
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| Now light one wit’cha boy to let you know I play to win
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| And tell them other emcees they life paper thin
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| Pass me a cigar I’ll bust it open then I’ll dump it out
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| Dig into my bag of tricks and pull a lil' somethin out (hold up)
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| That medical marijuana that’s pharmaceutical
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| When I break it down that shit be stickin to my cuticles
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| The banana kush that’s perfect for a gorilla
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| I twist that motherfucker up and fire up the killer
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| I put a lighter to the ass end and start smokin
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| Then pass it over to Reggie Noble and now he tokin
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| And puff puff pass nigga, don’t be like the last nigga (naw)
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| Gave him a blunt and all he gave me back was ash nigga (naw)
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| Just tryin to smoke somethin (somethin) then hit the crunk spot (spot)
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| And shut that motherfucker down with the Funk Doc!
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| God damn Red~! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lite 1 Witcha Boi, artist - Redman. Album song Redman Presents...Reggie, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп