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all i want to do is smoke my dro bitch
sit on the couch get high gettin crunk bitch
or in the car windows cracked gettin loaded
im representin everybody out there smokin
roll it up, fire it up, chief it up im ready to get fucked up
as soon as i get control of the dro
im ready to feel the stuff
like green marijuana been telling me how it wanna
go get up wit a swisher split the middle and roll it
i feel i should get atleast one commercial
from king air but ive been smokin these blunts so long it and
look where my futures headed
i feel throat work like wheaties to rappers better intelligence
smokin one and hit the mic the rest of the shit is irrelevant
and alot of shits happen since the last time you heard my album
and i aint talkin about no acid, oxy cotton or volumes
im talkin about my self all the shit ive seen and the green smoked
im goin back to california but for now i quote
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smoke like a jamaican why the refer im cravin
i know i should be savin but im blazin im blazin
feelin like amazin berry keepin me fazin
sometimes i mix it with girly girl just for tastin
just a scoop and a half of onion and you be spacin
miami boy with that bag cali lacin
dirty bag and little wyte get down right
hypnotize minds academically keep it hype
buckle up and catch flight i can take you to the stars
where is the bud its in the car
oh my god different flavors and colors and im smokin them all
my deparment mother fucker
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