| A friend indeed
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| Feeling like Cee Lo Green
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| Middle finger in the sky
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| Meditate and let it ride
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| Rock-a-bye beddy-bye
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| A friend indeed
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| More than jimming to
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| More than giving you
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| No prohibits to
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| You can have a listen too
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| I couldn’t find no one else that I could give it to
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| And now that we on
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| I could put my family in a brand new home
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| My kids is grown
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| And I’m still rocking on the microphone
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| People love me everywhere
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| And I know why
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| It’s not that I’m dope and my style is so fly
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| James Brown sat me down in a chair
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| And said, «Snoopy, don’t you ever cut your hair»
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| I was dazed and amazed
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| That’s why I keep my shit in ponytails or either braids
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| When I was in school, I used to get cool grades
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| When I graduated, used to smoke two jays
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| With a fifth of Seagrams
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| Mixed with some sacco
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| Then I got a Caddy sack, just like them vatos
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| Posted up six-one, yeah, that’s the block though
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| Ride by slow and get your ass popped, though
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| Me and Geeda, Faith and Terry, that’s when rump was enough
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| Can’t forget Tim, Baby Dog and Half-Dead
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| Dre-Loc was a 20 Crip that showed me a lot of shit
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| But moving along, I went from a Camaro to a Fleetwood Brougham
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| My sack in the back
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| My strap in my lap
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| Room to the back
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| Rolling through the neighborhood, checking my traps
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| As you get old, life like just might unfold
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| Can’t settle, this might be untold
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| Twilight Zone, live life long
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| Smoke you a bone, and hit you a blunt
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| Buy you a zo', and roll you a jay
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| And put it in the E-I
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| And let’s stay way fucked up til we D-I
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| All in together now if you agree
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| And lighters in the air, repeat after me
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| I’m too blowed, forever in a day
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| I love for oh’s so
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| Cause everybody green ain’t dro
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| Everybody can’t smoke like we smoke
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| Give a dog a bone
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| I like trees that cypress hills grow
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| Roll up this shit, pimpin', it’s on
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| Stoners worldwide singing this song |