| Fuck
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| You know a nigga don’t wanna go to school today
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| Let me call this bitch, and get my shit together
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| When I pull up people so fresh in my ride
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| We smoke the best you can buy
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| Them niggas talking it but they just don’t go harder than us
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| Keep stunting just cause I can
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| These hoes know just who I am
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| Them niggas talking it but they just don’t go harder than us
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| Uh, this one’s for the G’s, all black chucks on the cuffs of my jeans
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| King size papes stuffed full of trees
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| I be with the boss dog, y’all fuck niggas fleas
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| Now they say I’m hot hundred something degrees
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| Taking pictures with a young nigga, cheese
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| Remember days homie, I ain’t have a thing
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| Now I’m hoping off a plane putting roaches on the wing
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| And my hoes like queens, but we smoke like kings
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| Jewelry froze like bling
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| Money comes fast yours slow like?
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| Rolling up grass, so weed to have to style, so I know I’m gonna pass
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| Third period, showing up last
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| With a late note blowin' green smoke
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| We blow to the middle of the day
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| Wiz say Dogg put the middle of the jay
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| Hey, why not? |
| Not why?
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| We fly, we ride, she high, he high, we high
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| Fuck it, everybody to the library
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| Got a new batch, some blue, booberry
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| Stuck in the hallway, with a pass, say dog he just smoke all day
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| It’s a mind game, like the ream I seem to keep migraines
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| Richie Valens?
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| I’m so lifted, like a parachuter
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| My grass day off day off like Ferris Bueller
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| Slip away, dip away, almost had to throw a wholezip away
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| But fuck that, this the Taylor gang, what you on dog
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| Shit I’m on everythang
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| Never have never will
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| You niggas never have never will
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| You niggas never have never will
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| I said you niggas never have and you never will
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| You niggas never have and never will
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| You niggas never have and never will
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| Big Snoop and young Wiz smokin' kill kill kill kill
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| You niggers still in junior high-school, elementary ass niggas
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| Holler at me when you graduate
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| We’ll be posted right by the four hundred building
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| Room four twenty, follow your nose |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 6:30 , by - Snoop Dogg. Song from the album Mac and Devin Go To High School, in the genre Саундтреки