| Man, it was fucked up and I’ll never forget it
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| There was blood all over my hands, I must have did it
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| I’m in handcuffs and these people keep screaming
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| Yelling at the police
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| Man he’s not breathing
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| Flatline, I blacked out again
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| Cause last time this shit happen
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| I was covered in blood
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| No love for the two-faced demon
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| Who gets drunk and goes speeding
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| Into the back of a pick-up truck
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| Now it’s coming back to me
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| I killed a family
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| Because of my alcoholic insanity
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| I’m in the cop car now, it's setting in
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| That the blood on my hand is from the hole in my chin
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| I know I’ll get a phone call for someone to come and get me
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| But the person I would call I think was in the car with me
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| Everybody died tonight because
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| I wanted to get drunk and drive
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| Now I’m doing life
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| I wanna get high
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| I got to get high
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| If I don’t get high
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| Then I can’t get by
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| But we don’t get high on Halloween
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| Cause bad shits always happening
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| I wanna hit that blunt!
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| Man give me that blunt!
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| Go on and hit that blunt
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| And quit acting like a punk!
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| Fuck that!
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| We ain’t getting high today
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| And maybe all the spirits will just fly away
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| Where the party goin' on tonight?
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| It’s Halloween
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| I got to get up on some green
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| Before I show up on the scene
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| Creeping clean
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| Up out the Chevy sporting county blue
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| Gripping the box of white owls to put the weed into
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| The name is Blaze, nothing changed
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| Pull the blunt out cause drank six fifths of Henny
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| I ain’t even catch a buzz
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| The music jumping when we started
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| Make my way up to the party
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| That’s when I spotted homeboy with the blunt from above
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| Put the light up to the blunt
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| Commence to fill my lungs with smoke
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| until I’m swimming in a cloud of smoke
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| Choking up the focus when it happened
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| Room was spinning, people laughing
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| The pictures on the wall come alive and start attacking
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| The windows smashing out, people running all directions
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| I tried to move myself it’s like I’m molded to my section
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| Somebody laced my shit and now I’m layin on the flo'
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| Damn, I’ll never smoke no weed on Halloween no mo'
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| I wanna get high
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| I got to get high
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| If I don’t get high
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| Then I can’t get by
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| But we don’t get high on Halloween
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| Cause bad shits always happening
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| I wanna hit that blunt!
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| Man give me that blunt!
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| Go on and hit that blunt
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| And quit acting like a punk!
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| Fuck that!
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| We ain’t getting high today
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| And maybe all the spirits will just fly away
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| When I’m high
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| Treat Halloween like April Fool’s
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| Then trick on these motherfucking ghost and ghouls
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| She ask why’s this candy apple taste so salty?
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| Because my dick pissed all acrossed it
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| Three years probation for that shit hoe
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| Just because these little punks couldn’t take the joke
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| Now they coming at me with some shit like I can’t smoke
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| And I just bought a sack of Halloween hydro
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| Never know could go crazy again
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| Razor blades in the candy bone, just grab in
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| It’s like off Halloween when I get stoned
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| I release one spirit from the dead to roam
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| Can’t say if I’ll ever see them
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| But the dirt that they do always comes a creeping
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| So tonight just call me Skip
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| And be thankful I didn’t hit that shit
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| Pass it on dawg
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| I wanna get high
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| I got to get high
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| If I don’t get high
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| Then I can’t get by
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| But we don’t get high on Halloween
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| Cause bad shits always happening
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| I wanna hit that blunt!
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| Man give me that blunt!
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| Go on and hit that blunt
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| And quit acting like a punk!
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| Fuck that!
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| We ain’t getting high today
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| And maybe all the spirits will just fly away
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| Shit maybe ya’ll ain’t getting high
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| but I’m in this mothafucka CHIEFIN
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| Happy Halloween ya’ll
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| Hey, we’ll see ya’ll next year October 31, 2003
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| Wait, that’s this year
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| Let me hit that mothafucking joint
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| He’s sitting in here right now with a straight bag of Hershey
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| Reggie’s man, Reg
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| They call him Mr. October Reggie
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| Mersh if you’re over on West Coast
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| I thought that was coffee grinds
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| FUCK yea man, and a bottle of Remy
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| Reggie Lewis Rules!
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| Happy Halloween ya’ll
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| FAMILY! |