| You know I luv smokin' man, I luv smokin' so mafuckin' much I gots me a
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| cannabis card…
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| Ma shit finna expire in two mo days but guess what? |
| I’m gonna get me a new one!
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| (Ha-ha!)
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| So you can be in the hood and smoke yo Swag.
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| Or yo Bobby Brown (That's what they call the regular weed)
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| I smoke that Grade A, Dat Purple, that LA Confidential… (Aye)
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| Lil' Flip:
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| Look nigga, I din blew blunts fatter than Fatman Scoop, the pistol black,
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| the drank 'erbal but ma Sour days are Blue…
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| I’m leavin' too much money at ma weedman house; |
| don’t call me Flip,
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| refer to me as the guy on the couch. |
| I’m Half Baked like Chappelle nigga.
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| In my throwback Gazelles nigga… (Yeeee)
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| I twist ma ganja tight just like a dreadlock; |
| the impact of a charge is like an
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| E under head lock. |
| (Hahaha)
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| I need to stop man, but I can’t kick it, so shut the fuck up, split the Dutch
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| up or roll a Philli. |
| I’m controlling ma city; |
| I don’t do it like we does,
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| look my whole life I only tried three drugs.
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| I’m hooked up in every State like WiFi; |
| I press «2» they buzz me up now look
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| Whaa-laa!
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| And How High ma grape ly, A a hundred mo; |
| I flip Gates a.k.a. Mr.
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| Cannabis Store. |
| (Yessir)
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| Gudda Gudda:
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| See I’m ridin', smokin', windows open, man, this Green Light so potent — and we
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| get high (yeah we get high)
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| Man we get high, yeah we get high (Yeeee)
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| You see we ridin', smokin', yah nigga jus lookin'; |
| man this Light Green got me
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| chokin' and we get high (yeah we get high)
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| Man, I’m so high, man I’m so high.
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| (Uh! Yeeee!)
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| Gudda Gudda:
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| Yeah I’m ridin', smokin', windows open; |
| cough cause I’m chokin' on I-10 lookin'
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| (coughing in background)
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| Big rimz pokin', out like a fat lip; |
| gun on ma hip fo you niggas on that jack
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| shit.
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| Tall couple drinks, ya ma styrofoam buddy, with a deuced po’d in the Big Red;
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| it’s muddy.
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| Gotta watch ma back befo da haters try ta deal wit me; |
| that’s why I roll one
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| deep, two steels wit me…
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| I let the law watch ma back, not anotha nigga.
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| Ma girl watch ma back befo you other niggas.
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| So I watch the laws through ma rear view, let the roof back; |
| now I gotta clear
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| view.
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| When I in Miami I gets Sky High; |
| one bitch ride wit me when I ride I-95.
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| Gotta watch niggas comin' from da blindside.
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| You can see the smoke in tha air when I ride by…
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| CHORUS (repeat)
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| Gudda Gudda
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| Lil' Flip:
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| We get high! |
| (I'm high too!)
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| Let’s get it!!!
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| I luv 'erb, surp and mushrooms.
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| I get curved den I swerve to my bedroom.
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| (Huh!)
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| I sit alone in my four corner room, staring at cannis; |
| ma dro loud like a banjo!
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| Ma clothes stank cause dat kush got a potent smaill.
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| I’m not from Harlem, but I just blew a Big L.
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| In Amsterdam they got ma post-ahs in the greenhouse and for ma burfday I got
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| kushed and codened out…
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| Ma Chronic cost the same as ya daddy’s condo, now tell Teechya to bring ma
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| goodies pronto!
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| Ma Lambo stay gettin' sprayed wit da ozium; |
| now we in Dade County fuckin' round
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| at Opium.
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| We poppin' Ace of Spades, that there around ma braids; |
| I paid twelve stacks for
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| a chromed heart built chain!
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| Now that’s ballin', we never fly commerical; |
| I get ma trees in more towns,
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| now don’t dat sound universal? |
| (Let's get it!!!)
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| CHORUS (repeats)
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| Gudda Gudda
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| OUTRO |