| Aiyyo, I got a slight problem I smoke weed too much
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| Knees buckle the -uck up when I’m splittin my dutch
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| Back up back up! |
| Ain’t nobody hittin for free
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| It’s just E Doubl-E, Keith Murray, and me It cost twenty if you’re down with it Aiyyo son I ride around with my hooptie tinted
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| to ride around blitted
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| Cause I be feenin for that pookie
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| I smoke the good shhh, save the backyard boogie for all groupies
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| And I be, smokin up the hotel lobby
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| Between mo’sheets than the Isleys, I’m high G
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| I’m holdin it down for the B-Rrrah-I-C
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| K, blaze, tell you to get bluhh politely
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| (Hit the funky if you’re riding around gettin blitz)
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| Ask me if I love the rap game -- I, I’m loving it Cause I can do what the OWW/-uck I feel is real
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| Blaze the poot with D. Don and tell UHH to get the dillz
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| I smoke on and on on, ya don’t stop
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| I’m gettin mad -ucked up and ya don’t stop
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| To all my real dogs, all my real pals
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| who ain’t smokin, get the -uck owwwwt
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| I just love tokin, blackin out like Tame in the open
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| Of course I got the raw dog no need to stick your nose in Gave you a straight up shotgun when we was smokin
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| Froze you so fast -- you looked it like Madonna Vogue-in
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| AwwwwuhhhhH! |
| I got the shhh to get your whole click high
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| We can get high, but act funny and I’ma whip out
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| And they gon’whip out, and blow notes like Michel’le
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| Cause you tried to jump the cipher and it goes THISSAWAY
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| Smoke buddha, smoke buddha…
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| NASssWIPP
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| Niggaz against smokin weed in public places
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| A subdivision of *clang* IKSRFO
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| I’m knockin somebody right the fuck out! |