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Let me tell you about. How some good old boys do it

Pack bowl
get stoned.
As we on down the road. (As we head on down the road.)

Now please come and a journey throuhg life.
The experience what its like for 13 weeks.
On a butt loungin in my bucks yeah.
With my pillow from home im catching and Z's.
Countin sheep im sleeping in my satin sheets.
Its a long way X in a double feak.
I spend my day walking up and invisible streets.
Smoking weed with the its a hella good thing.

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I spent a lifeitme on the open highway. A choice but I got to do it my way.
My voice is gone home so far no day off for another 8 days.
Im passed exhaustion I havent for a week. My girls trippin and we gettin searched by the heat.
On top of that my merks guy rips this worst part I thought I was a pack of mine.

Pack your pack your bowls. Pack your bowls pack your bowls.
As we head on down this winding road. (As we head on the road).
Pack your bowl get stoned. (Ah lets get stoned lets get stoned.)
As we head on the road. (As we head on down the road.)

Yeah you know im always getting stoned. Waking up in the morning rollin bongs.
Big ones always keepin it hot ya know the type to smoke out like gun shots.
Put your brain in a slipknot lifes slipknot have you stanidng on a rooftop rooftop.
A foot in the gas lean back im mashing why its up throw em up roll em up things I last.

Ha ha ha my lifes funny man. Been everywhere smoke can out from michigan.
I heads spinning yo I think I a cat scan. We smoking so much weed on the cap-i-tan.
Richters the can with a bud light in cans im getting loose when I roll with my band.
And when im with my friend we getting out of hand, im on the wrong way flicking us we back again.

[D-Loc & x2]
We up indo out the window.
at the show we go out for broke.
Rips like smoke like candle.
Toke after toke we roll down the yo.

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Back on the road we in the thick of things.
Dippin, Dodging, riding different scenes.
Different counties, cities, and districts call a doctor this crew is so sick!
We the king klick cannabis monsters up lobsters how the hellik they caught us.
And they oughta X to got frota on coranas sippin on coladas.

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