| I snapped a load, watch it glow, glow, glow
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| Looks so fruity sittin' in my bowl
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| Thanks to Mary, Jane is my bro
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| Glow baby, glow baby, grow baby, glow
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| If you ask me how I’m living, my reply is 'I'm sold'
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| Smoked out, without a doubt
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| I keep a constant flow, of indo smoke pouring out my lungs
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| And you can strip to find a stash on the tip of my tongue
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| Marijuana, running through my veins
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| God’s great gift comes in different strains
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| ]From the mainland (purps?) all the way to big island
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| Underground cultivation, yes I try to stay blasted
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| ]From to sea to sea, and I’ve also been known to plant seed after seed
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| Seven points on my flag when it’s blowing in the wind
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| Prop 215 so let the games begin
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| Smoke as much as you want, Johnny Richter’s everlastin
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| When you packin' a sacks, (??)
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| Your plants don’t grow in that bud that be glowin
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| For once you have to ask, all the people never knowin
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| I snapped a load, watch it glow, glow, glow
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| Looks so fruity sittin' in my bowl
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| Thanks to Mary, Jane is my bro
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| Glow baby, glow baby, grow baby, glow
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| Yo, I can barely breathe, I need to kick a verse
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| The smoke’s on my mind, and it’s getting on my nerves
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| Observe, don’t wanna look at my lungs
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| Shriveled like an old peach, pear, plum
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| Nicotine, I’d rather smoke some green
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| What does it take, and why do I fiend?
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| If I conquer this kick, I’d be crowned king
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| Wasting my money, four bucks a pack
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| Going out of my way for some dirt sticks at that
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| It’s gettin to be crap, I’m all up out of wack
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| But I’m rowdy, I need to buy a patch
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| The dirty little camel is makin' me weeze
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| Go around to the castle where there’s bongs and weed
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| I need to take a shit, got no time to think
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| There’s a zong by the toilet, and some bud on the sink
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| Some bud on the sink, some bud on the sink
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| I snapped a load, watch it glow, glow, glow
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| Looks so fruity sittin' in my bowl
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| Thanks to Mary, Jane is my bro
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| Glow baby, glow baby, grow baby, glow
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| I knew a real stoner named D-Loc
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| Never went to sleep, smoked weed till the sun broke
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| Up all night with his pipe, puffin' indo
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| Evaporated herb, like dilapidating ozone
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| Sack after sack, after sack, now he’s flat broke
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| About to get faded, take a toke, while the tape rolls
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| Kottonmouth Kings write rhymes on hemp stones
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| Daddy X don’t smoke, and (??)
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| Save the best of the best, when pack it in the vest
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| You know the THC content you will never guess
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| Unless you invest, we can put it to the test
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| There’s no stress for the cess, we all about the next guest
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| (??), now our minds spun
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| We in a whole new place, lowered the lights
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| Bud stickin, laced, fruit taste, sticky
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| Nothing but dank, number one rank
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| No need to rush, sippin' buds by the crops
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| Those little red rocks in the hydroponic box
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| To keep the plants kissin, we got a drip system
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| Electronical device, liquid dice
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| (??) to the fullest and beautiful kolas
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| One puff, you clueless, to all you rookie smokers
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| (??) was stun, relation was won
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| We love to see our plants looki' pretty in the sun
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| I snapped a load, watch it glow, glow, glow
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| Looks so fruity sittin' in my bowl
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| Thanks to Mary, Jane is my bro
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| Glow baby, glow baby, grow baby, glow |