| Come and smoke, with me
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| Let me put my lips around you, and there’s ec-stasy
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| And I’m oh so glad I found you, each and e-veryday
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| Gotta have that smoke around me, always want you near me
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| Cause I can’t go on, living without you
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| Ride in the Bentley with the, top low
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| Puffing on Afghan, and not hydro
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| What the deal, I’m working my wheel and showing skills
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| Sipping hen on the rocks, floss in the drought
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| I’m ripping up my chest, cause I’m choking on the best
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| Smoking endo nothing less, oh yes I confess
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| Guess what’s next, I’m squashing the plex, I’m in the Lex
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| Bought your girl a new dress, just to give me some sex
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| Cause I’m ripping up the mic, and I dress so fly
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| Some people they wonder why, that I stay so high
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| Cause I’m a O.G., I know you know me
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| You got some drank up in the glass, go on po' me
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| We getting gone baby, cause we got it that way
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| And we gone fire something up, with no time to play
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| And its me you see, on the call at three
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| Grab your sack out the car, come and smoke with me
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| Come and smoke with me, cause you know its going down
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| Oakland to H-Town, hennessy and the crown
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| Smoking on a blunt, ain’t no time to front
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| Watch Commission, Avarice pull a whole nother stunt
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| Lil' Keke the Don, Poetic 1 its all good
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| Money coast to coast fa sho, its understood
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| Can’t nobody stop this thang, that we do
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| And the world slowed up baby, thanks to Screw
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| We some trend setters, focus on the chedda
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| Paying dues in the game, its gots to get better
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| Watch the smoke just erupt, let the roof back
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| When we roll in the trunk
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| Roll em up fat, and squash the chit chat
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| Three piece suit, with matching dob hat
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| I’ma get throwed, and let the game be
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| Twist one playa, the smoke is on me
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| I feel like ecstasy, when you take control of me
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| Cause we rolling strolling hard, and you know its holding me
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| Getting high, just like the stars in the sky
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| Floating on cloud nine, when I pass you by
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| Cause we ride and slide, until the sun come up
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| And if you got something to do, then you shit out of luck
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| Cause this the episode, we just waiting to explode
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| And breaking the microphone, cause my game is cold
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| Go hard in the paint, when I bump the dank
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| Its gonna be a little bit better, when I mix the drank
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| Let’s get it cracking, pimping and macking with no jacking
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| Keep the smoke going, and keep the cash stacking
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| For real, we smoke the best and feel right
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| Purple crushed, blue berry and a dash of flight
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| Its going down, and it ain’t for free
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| Everybody in the place, come and smoke with me
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| (*Shima singing*) |