Weed

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Wake up cuz!
 Wake up cuz!
 The homies tellin you to go somewhere...(fa sho)
 Goddamn beer
 After 1 can't stop
 After 2 do the walk
 Come on let's get high
 (hahaha)
 Quarters, pounds, eighths and hash
 Trays? lids? give me a damn nickel bag
 Yo I smoke so much im like redmans dad
 Take a hit from this white can, heres the method man
 Hold holds up on the top and then crush
 Sprinkle the dope but dont burn too much
 And if you need to be discreet while you walkin down to avenue
 Peep your homie double k here's what the brother do
 I roll up (yeah), and dont give a sh! t
 Blow it in the old ladys wig (goddamn) pass it to the kids
 Cause Ive been doin that marijuana before I go to church
 Walk in smellin like Otto's jacket
 In the morning before I piss the brotha got to have it
 This is serious business started off as a habit
 I smoke the blunt from germany to france yall
 And I almost died tryin to smoke some hash at the great wall
 Taking out the life insurance or the herb insurance
 Sh! t, i wrote this on a zig zag
 Nigga where the bridge at
 Come on let's get high
 Acid raindrops to acid rainbows
 The cereal, bowl smokin with the bros
 Double k knows, he stay pumpin like volcanoes
 Pumpin like a penguin even when hes in england
 Thumb green while the chaps smoke the hard with the filter
 The cannabis card threw the party off kilter
 With his big blunt, man, this shits like big puns finger
 He sweats hash oil, yo the weed smell lingers
 The dj, the rapper, pothead who's paid (smoke alot)
 Lungs probably look like bob marleys ashtray
 One time when we were touriing deep in tibet
 We smoked man out his face I'll never forget
 He had this sweat on his brow he said "man, what do we do?
 This weed is too strong for all of katmandhu"
 I said double kay, he's my man, if he can't smoke then no one can
 He said double k, well if hes your man, if he can't smoke it then no one can
 And they got high
 Come on lets get high
 Im like mixing with them victory signs when i score
 "hey bro, wanna smoke a bowl?"
 Nah dude, i need more
 I ain't just blowing that weed smoke sometime little hippie
 Im the nigga that be needing that weed, you feel me?
 Dont be confused when im rolliin in your venue
 Sound man one ten i got smoke on my menu
 Gettin higher than a mother looking at the girls toes
 Leanin slight to the right smokin the j though my nose
 I smacked the weed right out of harold and kumars hands
 Relight that sh! t, passed it off to my man
 I heard a rumor that the boy jamie fox smoked
 The way I toke ain't no joke, I make ray go broke (yeah!)
 And all you rappers that claim you get high, you niggas lie
 Niggas
 Lil niggas
 Its not for kids
 Matter of fact yo this an anonouncment everybody stop smoking
 Yo snoop (yeah), you dont smoke like me
 Rick ross (yeah) you dont smoke like me
 Be real (reeal) you dont smoke like me
 Dipset niggas?, they dont smoke like me
 The boy b legit (yeah), you dont smoke like me
 Trey antasio (hahaha), you don't smoke like me
 Fab five freddy (FRESH) you dont smoke like me
 One time I met ice t he wouldn't smoke with me (word!)
 "hell naw I dont smoke that weed
 Get that sh! t outta here
 Well i mean its everything, thas a part of everything elese
 It really blows my mind
 Trips me out
 Hey groovy!
 Hey man its not money
 What is it gold?
 No man, this is where its at
 Ice bags
 Ice bags
 Im enjoyin it, im learning alot of things I never knew before!
 Do you wanna get high?
 Hey, what kind of sh! t is this?!
 It's the best, man!
 I got it from a negro
 You're probably so high already you dont even know it

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Duration
04:55
Tempo
85 BPM

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