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S P I C E to hit it and crawl up the vega make it fat nigga got the crush nasty for a playa Purple haze got me hittin' the and rollin' bats up With some who don't want to put the gats up I'm high 'til I kick the
Fuck it, throw some on my coffin' and I'll it with the dead niggas light it up like the fourth of july Type of make a dead nigga wake up high I get and rough pussy
And niggaz know I got to smoke about half ounce, I flow It ain't no [Incomprehensible] in my zig-zag, I roll my There ain't no in the studio, we on a hunt To get the sticky ass green shit, shut 'em You can find a little spot in every town
Nigga sell a ten sacks up on the block Break the doobies in the ashtray down to roll a I'm addicted to the THC, gettin' up Leave your doobies around they sucked up
Lungs like a vacuum cleaner on the fine Betty's smokin' out the beamer Just me Dr. bomb from the bay Hit ya in the chest the chron like an A.K.
back lay back and throw them feet up Sometimes I roll, a whole fuckin' tree up I it down, halves and O's mold in a broke down sixty-four
And ain't no nigga in the that can outsmoke me The muthafuckin' addict S P I C E Bill hit the chronic and he didn't inhale But I'm gonna cough a fuckin' up for niggaz in jail
I'm high, I'm I'm high, I'm
Smokin' pot before twelve, no secret to my homies Step the fuck in your face the smell of chronic on me It's the C H R O N I C with clause about a quarter to three About to loc the fuck up 'cuz the fed hit the zone
And niggaz to sell me backyard homegrown I need the motherfuckin' bomb break the bail Roll it up in a fat ass chocolate zail Mr. smoked 'em all Which nigga hit the joint, cough, gag and crawl
in weed smoke with my nose Hit the joint ten seconds hold it in for It's puff pass Nigga fuckin' the weed or I'ma bank on your bitch ass
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I'm high, I'm Said, "I'm high",