| La la la la la
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| We don’t give a fuck
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| Ayy y’all niggas ain’t fucking with us, nigga
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| La la la la la
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| Imma get it like this nigga
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| Yo I got the green, Don Juan
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| I’m in the hood, blow the horn, bom-bom
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| This pimpin' ain’t for free, here’s a coupon
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| My backwoods packs I turn to a futon
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| I got my eyes on seven figures
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| And I’mma get it whether I move crooked like Jack Thriller’s
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| I’m shittin' on em, I smell like a winner
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| Don’t hit the bathroom for like forty-forty-five minutes
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| Redman and we up in this bitch, huh
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| I never cruise, I work to be the top gun
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| And I’m a dog off the collar, the marijuana globe trotters
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| You’s got bud, I holler
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| Ayo this one nigga that roll up that smoke
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| When I hit the weed spot, my pockets go broke
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| We high, we high, we high, we high (say it again)
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| Ayo this one nigga that roll up that smoke
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| When I hit the weed spot, my pockets go broke
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| We high, we high, we high, we high (say it again)
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| It’s the four horsemen
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| Call for reinforcements
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| We ain’t looking for endorsements
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| We absorb your portions
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| I ain’t here to bring the East back (nah), I’m here to relapse
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| And now I’m outta rehab they ask me where the weed at
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| Go get a weed app (homie), I got that weed that have your P. O getting P.
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| O, ask me where to pee at
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| My G, pack the streets of New York, I give em G-Rap
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| I’m kool, on the road to riches to get my G back
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| I’ll be that, killer bees mind your beeswax
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| Past 10 o’clock when ya still don’t know where your seat at
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| Ask big Snoop, it don’t take a Crip to see that
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| Be real, what you read about Meth Man, believe that
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| I’m nice, I gots no chill, go get a ski hat
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| In fact, put ya twitter on ice, chill with the feedback
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| From the days of Cheech and Chong, to Willie Nelson
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| Everywhere that I go, I blow fo sho, you smelled it
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| A lot of y’all fuckin' with me, sayin' I’m on your bucket list
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| But I ain’t the one to be fuckin' with
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| See, I’m like a quick game of tic-tac-toe, take three in a row
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| Aye lil nigga, go’n hit that door
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| I’m back with my niggas Earth wind, no snow
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| And I got the fire on Mt. Kushmore
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| So let it rain like the leaves of a cannabis plant
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| When I say it, I mean it as a matter of fact
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| Well I outta, slip mo dick in your daughter, for starters
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| Leafs by Snoop, may I take your order?
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| Ayo this one nigga that roll up that smoke
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| When I hit the weed spot, my pockets go broke
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| We high, we high, we high, we high (say it again)
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| Ayo this one nigga that roll up that smoke
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| When I hit the weed spot, my pockets go broke
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| We high, we high, we high, we high (say it again) |