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A lot of cats put down man Like uh, uhh, because say things about it it makes you, lose your memory and all that Well I just say that uhh, uhh I forget I was man Ohh, cut, Freddy, Freddy stop Boom Skwad in the
I lower da boom when I do the dance With naps and saggy pants as I romance the I take puffs on stuff, rough enough to a buzz To my 'cuz even though he touch the stuff See this blunt in my front, some say might But yo the helps me think
I'm a smoker joker with the knack because I'm gifted Some say misfit, but it let's get lifted I get a box of 50, get nifty with a G And tick new jacks who tried to diss me
I walk through the rain for dimes at the sess Not hot with cops, I'd hate to get popped I'm a terror to a bag, son, you'll soon see But I gots to get higher, the boom G
Lower da boom, you got to lower da Where the brothers puff the ism and the smoke the room Spark that blunt, represent front We got what you want, it's the funk
Ahh, I just catch the fumes so I Bend the room, with the tune Spark another L for the Sit back and light the five inch adventure alright
Lower the for the sess bags thicker One's a to Phillie, while the other one's the liquor Off to the weed spot, the bag's be fat Or else you catch the speed and Holmes, you don't need that
Spark the indo or the L, sniff the But I never get mista 'cause Tame's been hip ta The baby of the blunts, so I'm down to the contact Here's the rap chat, a fact that I react
Smooth from the boom consumed a zoom, a zoomin' MC El, the cleaner thoughts dials tune-in Into the matter the blunt, bunt batter Pass the shit quick, don't with the chit chatter
I never once, my lungs got jammed My man it wouldn't kill, but I choke, goddamn The sess to cloud the room The Artifacts, ta, lower the boom
da boom, you got to lower da boom Where the brothers puff the ism and the smoke clouds the Spark that blunt, represent front We got what you want, it's the indo
Ohh, I hope I live to see the day they it legal So all the people can see I'm smokin' ain't evil callin' me a pusher 'cause I take pulls and take tokes Cut snakes, cut breaks and I hate fake
So pass the cheeba, senorita I need a Fat fuckin' Phillie just I funk a freaker Creatin' from the milk crate hooks and riffs I can lift 'em and shift 'em makin' jams this
With the in my left hand and the Phillie in my pocket MC El, at my right, with the mic so I can it Sess makes my eyes red, but shades only cost three In ville, so I'm chill
See the bigger the blunt, is how I feel my indo Because my would never throw my shit out the window I puff herb 'til noon, and watch cartoons Yes once again, I lowered the
Are you Nope see, I'm doper for the session Catchin' wreck, check the tec 'cause I'm sober for the If I'm caught smokin' blunts, I a bad one from my clan, see I'm higher than a Messiah so you I'm handy dandy
Legalize it Holmes the zone's gettin' bigger From the to the Ricans 'cause they learned it from the niggaz So who's the first to it real for the cypher? Eight Phillies so you know you gots to pass the other
the incense gents, it smells out in the hall My groupies think I'm 'cause I'm six feet tall No need for the cheeba cleaner than Beaver Cleaver I'm down to pitch, with my skit like Tom Seaver
Either or my jaw speak of features I must be, the freaker of this doper teacher So the Visine, so you can keep your eyes clean Look to Tunes, we lowered the boom
Lower da boom, you got to lower da Where the brothers puff the ism and the clouds the room that blunt, represent don't front We got what you want, the indo funk
Lower da boom, you got to da boom Where the brothers puff the ism and the smoke the room that blunt, represent don't front We got what you want, it's the funk
Lower da boom, that blunt da boom, ya got to lower da boom Spark that blunt, represent don't
I wanna say that, ahh A lot of you cats, don't think Marijuana should be Well, all fucked, cut da boom