| I need some weed now
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| Somebody call the weed man
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| I’m tryna get high
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| Woke up in the fits, damn sun in my face
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| Racks on my jeans, gun still on my waist
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| And I ain’t leaving shit in my cup, that’s such a waste
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| You know I’m sipping on that straight like that «oh, what a a taste!»
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| Tip the valet 100 dollars to stunt
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| Pulled up in that mean machine, leave it up front
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| This passed out thing beside me, I barely know her
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| But you can just imagine the shit I’m 'bout to show her
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| Snow way, them streets too cold
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| Expectations out of this world, I’m thinking solar
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| That’s why I do it for that Kalamazoo
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| And then NOLA, cause that’s what happens
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| When you learn to mix it with that soda
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| I need some weed now
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| Somebody call the weed man
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| I’m tryna get high
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| I wake up just to bake up, get my cake up and rise up
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| Motivating factors that I’m liver than most
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| I boast and bang, pour some pain in that thing
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| Put some purple rain on your brain, unravel the flame
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| Maintain my fame, get you new pictures
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| Just to put in your frame
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| We in the hood blowing kush with The Game
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| Foot in the cane, walking just like I’m an Indian chief
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| With no beef, real brief, with a wreath
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| You may think it’s a leaf!
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| With the residue stuck deep down in your teeth
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| When you smoking with the dogg, shit, you might not eat!
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| It’s ok, cause we lay, in the cut, on the hill, on the dip
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| With a fit on Crip, don’t trip
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| I need some weed now
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| Somebody call the weed man
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| I’m tryna get high
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| The coffee that I had, it was good to the last drop
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| But now I’m fresh out and you know it don’t… stop
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| So please man, somebody call the weed man
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| I’d call mine, but he’s been low on herb even
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| I’m fiending, daydreaming of the times when I had
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| Much mota, many different kinds in the bag
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| I fell hard for the funk, I can’t fake the love
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| I smoke dro, good Reggie, smoke shake to nugs
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| If it’s weed, then I’m with it
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| You got a paper? |
| Then twist it? |
| Got a bowl? |
| Fill it?
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| Got a blunt?
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| Let me split it down the gut
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| But shit for what? |
| Cause ain’t no green on the scene
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| Man, what the fuck?
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| I need some weed now
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| Somebody call the weed man
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| I’m tryna get high |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Higher Learning , by - Young Jeezy. Song from the album TM:103 Hustlerz Ambition, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп