| I’m smoking everywhere I go
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| (No stick, no seeds, just Al Green)
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| I always gotta keep one rolled
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| (I keep that, need that, got that)
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| I’m rolling every gram I own
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| (That purp, that bomb, that kush)
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| Don’t gotta understand, they know
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| I smoke that, fire that, good that good that
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| Concentrated, everyday I’m faded
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| Tree’s prepared and properly cultivated
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| I nursed 'em, sprayed down, no chemicals
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| Just me and my buddy, ya hear me now
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| Never treat ya wrong, to each his own
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| Snoop and Wiz the new Cheech and Chong
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| We up in smoke, making street schemes
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| Smoking sticky green, having sweet dreams
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| Break it down, put it in the zig zag
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| And pull the top back and let the a*s drag
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| Hit the switch, quickest way to get a b*tch
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| Executive branch, get a whiff of this
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| Black car, sack a dank
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| High school nigga what the f*ck you think
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| I’m passing all my classes with flying colors
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| And everyday I’m high as a muthaf*cker
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| I’m smoking everywhere I go
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| (No stick, no seeds, just Al Green)
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| I always gotta keep one rolled
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| (I keep that, need that, got that)
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| I’m rolling every gram I own
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| (That purp, that bomb, that kush)
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| Don’t gotta understand, they know
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| I smoke that, fire that, good that good that
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| Sun roof open, smoking while I’m rolling
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| My b*tches only notice it if its potent
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| Bottle of Perignon, we can go kick it by the ocean
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| Get in between your legs
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| Join roaches and ashes all in your bed
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| You calling her babe, she calling me instead
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| Cause I put that game all in her hair
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| She saw the crib, she know that I’m balling
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| When he ain’t have nothing he used to stall em
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| Now I with the boss dogg, all the bad hoes want him
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| And my pockets on swole, I’m talking Rick Ross big
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| And now when we shop we don’t care what the cost is
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| Rolling up good, smoking that bomb sh*t
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| Blow a whole OZ, ni*ga that’s boss sh*t
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| Now she all f*ck her man, rubberbands in my pocket
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| Getting money, going hard for my profit
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| Bad b*tch keep the joint stuffed like stockings
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| Young ni*ga getting bread, why knock it
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| I’m smoking everywhere I go
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| (No stick, no seeds, just Al Green)
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| I always gotta keep one rolled
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| (I keep that, need that, got that)
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| I’m rolling every gram I own
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| (That purp, that bomb, that kush)
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| Don’t gotta understand, they know
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| I smoke that, fire that, good that good that
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| In highschool, we do just like we like to
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| We cordially invite you
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| Now roll up get high to it
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| We welcome you to highschool
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| We do just like we like to
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| We cordially invite you
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| Now roll up get high to it
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| Get high to it
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| I’m smoking everywhere I go
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| (No stick, no seeds, just Al Green)
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| I always gotta keep one rolled
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| (I keep that, need that, got that)
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| I’m rolling every gram I own
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| (That purp, that bomb, that kush)
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| Don’t gotta understand, they know
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| I smoke that, fire that, good that good that |