| Just stick to this road huh?
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| Fuck It, I thought, I’m sold, I strolled on down the road,
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| In C-walk mode, to the wizard I’m told
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| But hold up, this roadS fucked wit twists and turns
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| I’m haven’t no luck as my vanilla blunt burns
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| I’m seeing' trees wit faces, bushes that walk
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| And as far as I can see nobody drawn in chalk
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| And the sky is bright green; |
| sometimes it’s kind of pink
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| I’m a twist another blunt here sit down and think
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| How the fuck, what the fuck, who the fuck and when
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| What the fuck I’m doing here I would have figured the pen
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| Then again I gotta get the fuck home before long,
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| Because the first of the month is coming' on, I’m gone
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| Let me spark my shit, right quick, I’m Outta here,
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| (Monoxide Child)
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| Yo, homie let me get a hit of that blunt
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| (Violent J)
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| Fuck yea, wait a minute, who said that? |
| look around everywhere
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| And I heard somebody singing over there, so clear
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| He went…
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| I don’t need a brain, don’t need anything
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| I just want somebody to smoke with
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| (Who said that, Who said that?)
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| Stuck up on this thing, wit no fucking ganj
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| I just want somebody to smoke wit
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| (Who said that?)
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| (Monoxide Child)
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| Well I said that!
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| (Violent J)
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| Look at this shit, I’m talking to a scarecrow, stuck on a stick
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| Asking me for a hit, right quick, shit all I got is bobby brown,
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| I can’t front, but the wizard gots all you want,
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| You can smoke off his tundra, they say it’s the thunder
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| Me can have King Kong smoked under the wonder
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| I’m going there now and getting me some
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| It was the wizard gonna get my ass home, he’s on…
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| (Monoxide Child)
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| It would be the shit big homie, If I could walk wit you
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| And talk wit you, and get up on a fat bag or 2,
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| Cause I’ve been hanging from this pole for so long
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| And smoking on home grown, my headache is full blown
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| Now I ain’t the smartest scarecrow in the hat
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| But if you lift that little latch and I gone crash into a pumpkin patch
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| Don’t leave me hangin' big homie, just pull the lever
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| So we can just get walking the yellow alley together cause…
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| (Monoxide Child)
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| I don’t need a brain, don’t need anything
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| I just want somebody to smoke with
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| (And I’m with that, and I’m with that!)
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| (Violent J)
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| Man it ain’t no thang, we can smoke some ganj,
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| But you got to put something on it
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| (And I’m with that, you know I’m with that!)
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| (Violent J)
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| I helped set his ass free, he slipped off
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| Then his fucking leg ripped off and he was like…
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| (Monoxide Child)
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| Don’t mind that shit dawg, it ain’t nothing at all
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| Just a little bit of stuffing that straw
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| (Violent J)
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| Hey Paul, I mean scarecrow yo
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| (Monoxide Child)
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| Don’t ask if I ever tried smoking myself, no.
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| (Violent J)
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| I only thought with the hay «ok»
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| Anyways let’s get you some real shit down the yellow brick alleyway…
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| (Monoxide Child & Violent J x4)
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| We don’t need a brain, don’t need anything
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| We just need some homies 2 smoke with
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| (And I’m with that, and I’m with that!) |