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I feel better I've ever felt before, ah! Intoxicated but self-control, ah! I took a swig, I had a jug, chug-a-log, I'm and clear I had some bud, I lit it up, and I made it disappear my magic tricks, are so fabulous This shit's hazardous, got amateurs smoking If you mad at this, it then
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I made a, call to my dog, to split the blunt and break it up Three-wheel motion, potion, I gotta shake it up I to kick the habit, but it keep calling me Abracadabra, here's a magic trick, I up all the weed Zig-Zag's and golden got my mind gone Drugs affect my work, I still get my grind on
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I'm leaning like the Tower of Pisa, the syrup Come to my stash, and get treated as if I'm Ebeneezer I'm throwed, blowed, matter-of-fact let's call the thrower potion I'm screwed up, so no things are in slower motion I gots to have it, kick the habit, I've tried to shake it The drug experiment stage if you then
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I'm from Screwed Up Texas, we drive reckless, and we peel off You ain't had shit until you smoke Sweet Tooth and Frost Hit it but don't cough, you gotta take it man If a record for smoking I'm 'bout to break it man Me and Luda budda, we in a black Cougar On Zab Judah, you try to us we grab Rugers
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How can I say it That I'm off that Jane And if it's true they say Then I don't how many cells is left in my fucking brain But I'ma keep on and lighting of these hungry rappers And the hood that I've hired niggas and fired crackers On the Fourth of July, opens eyes I'm joking stupid I all races but if you hating my music then
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I my I get patient we never to take a piss test Fuck a 9 to 5 I'm always getting rest I to breakfast and head You up to breakfast in bed Should I my H2? Hmmm? I'ma the Lexus instead ain't dead but I'll leave you niggas Dead all this pimping I'm riding spinners like a why I'm limping
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Off substances that's That's how this story I the cap, broke the ice And Flip done broke the mold I'm so cold I I, see dead people Nah, that's just my passed out in the Regal it, the potency is so strong, if you notice me I'm calm, cool, and collected and if you, disrespect it,
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We doing this for players that bang screw music We don't pass out 8 blunts, because we used to it Me and Cris like & Chong So hurry, out the weed and the bong 'Cause if it ain't Grade A trees, we leave it alone And to my homie Screw, you know I gotta it down And if they want it they gotta come and take the crown
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