| Thug, feeling good in a bitch man
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| Thug show me
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| You know what I’m saying?
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| If you ain’t feeling me you need to get on my level man
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| You know what I’m saying?
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| We in this bitch getting higher than a mind fucker, yeah
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| Say I’m up in this mother fucker
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| Kush lit, drank poured
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| Know what I’m talking about?
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| The kush lit, the drank poured
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| Thug boss in this bitch, 'bout to get dough
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| From the city where we like to live life slow
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| Relax man, what you in a hurry for?
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| Bust down the swisher (swisher)
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| Break down the kush (kush)
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| Roll it up
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| Tight and light it
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| Puff then push
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| Inhale, till you feel it fill up your lungs
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| Exhale slow, through your nose on your gum
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| Sit back and be patient till you feel numb
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| Eye’s get low, waiting for your buzz to come
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| Man enjoy yourself, repeat them steps, proceed
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| We said you’d get high off the Cali weed, hold up
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| Now as the world turns, cool as ever
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| I’ma ride as the world burns
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| Ain’t nobody tripping
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| Kushing and living lay
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| Check my bank account
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| Money I already made, money I already made
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| Cruising on the highway, all I know is the flyway
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| So I’m dropping off from the top, dropping off from the top
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| And shouting «she gon' rogue»
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| Hit the corner store and pick up a spray
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| Styrofoam cups and ice, we gon' lean tonight
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| Now pop the seal, make sure it’s real
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| No needle holes in the bottom
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| Man we know the deal
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| Chill, pour out the soda
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| Pour in the purple
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| Put the cap back on, shake it up in slow circles, we good
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| Now pass your cup, let a nigga pour you up
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| This shit muddy man, you 'bout to be fucked up
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| Sip slow, take your time, never drink fast
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| I know it tastes good, but you gotta make it last
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| Now relax, mix that with your Kush sack
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| You gon' be leaning back, feeling high to the max, hold up
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| Now as the world turns, cool as ever
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| I’ma ride as the world burns
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| Ain’t nobody tripping
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| Kushing and living lay
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| Check my bank account
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| Money I already made, money I already made
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| Cruising on the highway, all I know is the flyway
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| So I’m dropping off from the top, dropping off from the top
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| And shouting «she gon' rogue»
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| Hey |