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Hey This Is No Lie

Me And My Niggas Gettin High

Yo If You Look Up In The Sky

You Might See Us Floating By



You See Biggie Be Like What's Beef?

Me I'm Like What's Weed?

Weed Is Actually A Medicine For Me, You Know.

Every 4 Hours Like A Prescription I Smoke.

And I'm Thanking My Refer Chief For Making Me Choke.

I'm Like One Of Those Half-baked Thugs, I'm In Love.

Then After That Roll Cool "J's" I Mean Bud.

Cause I Still Piss Stems And Still Shit Seeds,

I Spit Residue Smoke On My Way To Buy Weed.

Wrap Sumden, Always I Smoke More Then Cheech And Chong.

My Best Friends A Bong And My Homies A Smokaholic.

I Know One Day, I'm Gone Stop,

But That'll Be The Day When My Seeds Don't Pop.

You See Weed Helps Me Get My Thoughts Together Quick.

But On The Other Hand, As Soon As I'm Sober I Forget.

Shit, I'm Still Stuck At Point "A" Ya Dig,

And My Momma Think That I Should Quit.



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Ya I Get High.

You Might See Me Stroll By

In The Bob Marley Tie Die With The Red Eye.

I'm Sick Now.

I Think I'm Catching Glaucoma.

See Me On The Corner, Looking For Weed Donars.



You Know How We Do It Kid. We Get That Good Herb And Swerve.

Till The Gas Run Out, The Way We Smokes Absurd.

That's My Word, Wrap Sumden (Wrap Sumden),

Make A Nigga Clap Somthing, Get All Mad And Slap Somthing.



Yo Grab The Towels Cover The Smoke Alarms And Doors.

See I Somke Alone, I Need Grass Like Lawn Mowers.

Say Dutch Time, Roll Up It's Clutch Time,

And I Burn Mine, Don't You Ever Ever Touch Mine.