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Why don’t you break down the weed

Roll up the chronic, that sticky bionic, let me inhale and breathe it

I need that cat piss, blueberry, that purple and that lemonade

Mix it together with a sprinkle of purple haze

Blunt wraps, swishers, sweet felees, and garcias, zig zags for all my niggers

who really need it

This is for my niggers 24−7 who stay with it, who smoking and put in brown

leaves, and then…

Oooh weee, thats how it is to be FUCKED UP, with your family and friends

I puff a blunt to the end of the roach, i roll another one and continue to smoke

I came through with the killers you know how I was

I hit it and felt the tingle and baby cough up a lung

Yeahh I’m buzzed, me and my homies, come smoke with me, roll it for me

Roll a stencil like a schoolyard pencil, just relax homie the feeling gone hit

you

Your eyes are red, your laughin like a mofucka, took another hit and now your

gaspin like a mofucka

Two hits and PASS! Two hits and PASS!

And now the blunt is all nast!

Can I, smoke with you? Can I, smoke with you?

Can we live it up real big and do what we do

I got the hash, to lace the blunt. I got that good good

Knowing what we all smokin throughout the hood hood

Just to give me that extra push, and it ain’t nothin to compare to that crystal

kush

I don’t smoke no sacks I smoke pounds. Roll it up, homie put that little shit

down

I come through covers, just to make you wonder

With a cloud of smoke; Give me your lighter motherfuckers

And we gone, Blaze up tha weed so we can get High

And we gone, blaze up tha weed, so we can get high

I say I promise to smoke chronic till the day that I die

I say I promise to smoke chronic till the day that I die

Hey, blaze up tha weed so we can get high

And we gone, blaze up tha weed, so we can get high

I say promise to smoke chronic till the day that I die

I say I promise to smoke chronic till the day that I die

My homies ran outta bomb, so they callin' on that weedman

Capman what you got? Homie tell me what you need man

Weigh it up, 28 grams times 16! Now they smoking again

Fuck selling hash, I rather sell hoes, and I’d rather sell sacks to make my

money flow flow

148 grams and a motherfucking pen

You got what you need nigga so put it in my hand

I said you bad bitch wanna fuck for a sack

Get my homie love bitch so you don’t get short sacks

Whatever it is my clientelle goin to smoke that

If you want some weed then you know where the chokes at

Why don’t you, cough, cough, cough, cough

You weak ass niggers, your lungs too soft

I got a half pound of personal, I smoke what I want

It seems you niggers smoke sacks, and I smoke skunk

Pew!

Yeah you know how it smells

Another flavor I can add onto my clientelle

I done smoke these swishers, hemp in Amsterdam, Germany, Canada,

and my homies in Japan

Yeah, i love to get High

So e-mail that nigga Daz, and I’ll stop by

Yeah, you wanna light it up and blaze up tha weed

I wanna smoke with you, you wanna smoke with me

And we gone, Blaze up tha weed so we can get High

And we gone, blaze up tha weed, so we can get high

I say I promise to smoke chronic till the day that I die

I say I promise to smoke chronic till the day that I die

Hey, blaze up tha weed so we can get high

And we gone, blaze up tha weed, so we can get high

I say promise to smoke chronic till the day that I die

I say I promise to smoke chronic till the day that I die

Smoke Smoke Smoke (8x)

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