| That shit smell good…
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| I’m on paper I can’t smoke
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| Naw fuck that, hand me that shit
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| I said I wouldn’t smoke no more
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| But they keep passin weed to me
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| They say that that’s the fire so I need to see
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| I hope I don’t violate my probation, probation
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| I said I wouldn’t drank no more
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| But they pass the patron to me
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| So ain’t no tellin where a nigga gonna be
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| I hope I don’t violate my probation, probation
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| I don’t wanna go back to jail
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| But what is that smell
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| Somebody got the green sticky up in here
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| I know that I’m on probation
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| They pulled me over on my high speed chasin
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| Give me a light, and let me get my mind right
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| I ain’t got to piss this week nigga I’m tight
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| That’s wha I’m talkin bout
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| Two hits of this shit’ll have yo ass fallin out
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| I’m in my zone and ain’t nobody up to drive me home
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| All my homies already gone they left me on my own
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| My seat pushed back let me straighten up my act
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| They just let me out the pen and I ain’t goin back
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| I said I wouldn’t smoke no more
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| But they keep passin weed to me
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| They say that that’s the fire so I need to see
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| I hope I don’t violate my probation, probation
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| I said I wouldn’t drank no more
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| But they pass the patron to me
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| So ain’t no tellin where a nigga gonna be
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| I hope I don’t violate my probation, probation
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| Everybody got they cups filled up
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| In the club gettin buck
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| My P.O. |
| know what’s upand I don’t give a fuck so
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| I’m drankin, mothafucka I’m drankin
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| We gettin money over here so e hold our bottles up
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| Just look around this bitch, everybody got a cup
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| So I’m drankin, mothafucka I’m drankin
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| You never know what the future hold
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| So I’m gettin high Cashville,
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| Day to day duckin homicides
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| Dope money, guns in my mothafuckin system hoe
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| I told my P.O. |
| let me smoke I put her on the payroll
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| I can’t deny it I’m a stone cold fiend
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| For that granddaddy purp, cali kush and sour dies
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| Drop the top on the 3'6errari
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| I’m retarded, doin circles smokin on that marlee
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| Bad bitch in the passenger, black barbie
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| She hold a quarter pound in hr loueie bag for me
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| Swisher sweets, smokin never chokin
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| I’m a OG
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| I hope my P.O. |
| don’t violate me
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| I keep smokin
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| I said I wouldn’t smoke no more
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| But they keep passin weed to me
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| They say that that’s the fire so I need to see
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| I hope I don’t violate my probation, probation
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| I said I wouldn’t drank no more
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| But they pass the patron to me
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| So ain’t no tellin where a nigga gonna be
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| I hope I don’t violate my probation, probation
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| (I ain’t goin to jail)
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| (I ain’t goin to jail)
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| Fuck the parole officer, the probation officer, fuck all ya’ll
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| Fuck the whole downtown
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| You wanna violate me, you can suck my dick
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| You wanna violate me put me in that pen again?
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| Mothafucka, mothafuck TDO, mothafuck CCA, mothafuck JZA, ya’ll can suck my dick
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| Mothafucka Blackburn, that stingy ass bitch
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| I said I wouldn’t smoke no more
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| But they keep passin weed to me
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| They say that that’s the fire so I need to see
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| I hope I don’t violate my probation, probation
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| I said I wouldn’t drank no more
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| But they pass the patron to me
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| So ain’t no tellin where a nigga gonna be
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| I hope I don’t violate my probation, probation |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Violate My Probation , by - Young Buck. Song from the album Mr. Ten-a-Key Product of the South, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп