| I’m with my niggas and we smokin' on that girl scout
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| No I can’t kick it with you niggas bring the girls out
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| I’m prolly rollin' up some weed you never heard about
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| You know I’m all about my facts, fuck yo' word of mouth
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| Who smokin' Reggie? |
| Nigga point him out
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| 'Cause this the loud-pack section, we’ll kick you out
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| Why it’s a drought? |
| That some shit you gotta figure out
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| 'Cause all my niggas smokin' loud, we don’t need to shout
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| One puff might knock you out
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| And if she ain’t rollin' weed or suckin' D I gotta kick her out
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| Man I remember smokin' blunts in my mom’s house
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| She was on the way home, I had to get the smell out
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| Backwoods when we smokin' out
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| I can’t smoke with rookie niggas that be coughin' loud
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| All nugs, no shake look like Brussel sprouts
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| So what the fuss about?
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| You the type of nigga smoke a roach and burn your mouth
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| You know my music bring the smokers out
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| And now yo' girl wanna smoke and see what I’m about
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| But I’m that nigga that’s without a doubt
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| He think he hot? |
| I’ll blow his candle out
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| I’m on that paper route
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| So don’t be swervin' in my lane 'cause I might take you out
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| You get smoked like some hash like we bakin' out
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| I hear the rumors that be goin' 'round
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| But I’m coolin' takin' dabs, blowin' smoke clouds |