| We get high, we get drunk
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| We get loaded, we fucked up
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| We get high, we got blunts
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| We got money, we fucked up
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| We get high, we get drunk
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| We get loaded, we fucked up
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| We get high, we got blunts
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| We got money, we fucked up
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| Look, a couple words to describe myself
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| A pint of Henn I prescribe myself
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| Hit up the weed doc, run up in the weed spot
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| Hit up the weed doc, run up in the weed spot
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| Get me some purple haze in a jar and that aftershock
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| Get some purple haze in a jar and that aftershock
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| Cyanide hash, getting money with Daz
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| Sitting at the house counting mattresses full cash
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| Getting high
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| I’m blowing big smoke, chillin' with my kinfolk
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| 6−6 Impala, nigga, ridin' on them 100 spokes
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| Windows up, AC off
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| You got weed, nigga? |
| Uh, can it make me cough?
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| We smoking ounce for ounce, and pound for pound
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| You put it in my face and we gon' smoke it down
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| 808 sub in your speaker, rollin' heatseekers
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| Getting high, no lie, new colors be tweakin', C, C, C, C
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| I smoke and smoke, my homie Kurupt drank
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| He got bottles, nigga, see, I got the dank
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| Put 'em together, got a hella combination, we Tha Dogg Pound G’s
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| (Daz and Kurupt, nigga, smoking and drinking)
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| We get high, we get drunk
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| We get loaded, we fucked up
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| We get high, we got blunts
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| We got money, we fucked up
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| We get high, we get drunk
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| We get loaded, we fucked up
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| We get high, we got blunts
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| We got money, we fucked up
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| Situated, finally made it, I got my game together
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| Not sedated or great it made it, the Pound forever
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| You wanna smoke with me? |
| You wanna smoke with Diggy?
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| Daz rollerskating, smash you on the Hyp, the Henny
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| Damn, two hits and pass, that’s that Amsterdam
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| Me and Daz roll and pass off that Amsterdam
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| We got it locked, we hit the spot off that Amsterdam
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| We getting all the money we can get off hash and grams
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| Getting money
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| Get money, getting paid (getting paid)
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| You know Diggy do it a million different ways
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| I smoke ounces, in the Dirty
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| That purple kush, man, it make your eyes blurry
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| You know the party don’t start 'til I walk through the door
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| I got that indo, we got that kush and purple
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| We smoking Swishers, cigarillos, pounds big as a pillow
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| Here we go again, my nigga, roll up the window
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| We smoking blunt after blunt, going cup after cup
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| Kurupt, you know what? |
| (Let's get fucked up)
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| Roll the windows down, smoke rushing out of the car
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| By the way we smoking, security know who we are, muthafucka
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| We get high, we get drunk
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| We get loaded, we fucked up
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| We get high, we got blunts
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| We got money, we fucked up
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| We get high, we get drunk
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| We get loaded, we fucked up
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| We get high, we got blunts
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| We got money, we fucked up
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| We stay smoking (smoking), drinking (drinking)
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| Making all the money we could make, nigga
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| We stay rollin' (rollin'), ridin', slidin'
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| Dippin' through the speaker way we wanna dip, nigga
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| What the fuck? |
| Who the fuck, wanna fuck, around with us?
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| Muthafucka on the smash, indo and hash
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| We’ll whoop your ass, that quick and that fast
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| Kurupt and Daz, muthafucka
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| Burning rubber in a 2006 B-E-N-Z, muthafucka, there’s no other
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| Break it in with some smoke of the bomb
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| Hit the sunroof and I ain’t coming back 'til the break of dawn
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| I’m shining sun, walking on Cloud 9
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| I’m feeling good and everything is feeling real fine
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| Light or dark, all I do is spark up that shit
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| Tthat thing on your heart, they say 'Diggy don’t quit'
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| We get high, we get drunk
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| We get loaded, we fucked up
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| We get high, we got blunts
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| We got money, we fucked up
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| We get high, we get drunk
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| We get loaded, we fucked up
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| We get high, we got blunts
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| We got money, we fucked up |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Gitt, artist - Tha Dogg Pound. Album song Dillinger & Young Gotti II: Tha Saga Continuez..., in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп