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

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

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

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I spent a lifeitme on the open highway. A tough but I got to do it my way.
My is gone home so far away 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 guy rips this blind worst part I thought I was a pack of mine.

Pack your pack your bowls. Pack your bowls pack your bowls.
As we on down this winding road. (As we head on down the road).
Pack bowl lets 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 everyday in the rollin bongs.
Big ones always keepin it hot ya know the type to out like some gun shots.
Put your brain in a slipknot lifes slipknot have you stanidng on a rooftop rooftop.
A foot in the gas lean while im mashing why its up throw em up roll em up things I last.

Ha ha ha my lifes kinda funny man. Been everywhere smoke can out michigan.
I heads spinning yo I think I need a cat scan. We smoking so weed on the cap-i-tan.
Richters mind the can with a bud light in cans im 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 never again.

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

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

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