| All my smokers get high with me, just Marley & me
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| If you smoking on the Kush, or the Sour D (Light it!)
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| And smoke and ride with me
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| Now salute (Yeah)
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| While you puff 'til your eyes get low
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| Now salute (Ooh) (Riiiight)
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| To all my potheads around the world
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| I roll up something; |
| nah, I don’t fuck with the drink
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| Would have wrote this verse down, but I’m too high to think
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| Pupils is pink
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| Like my nigga Spitta, I’m too fly to sink, Devin, light the stink
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| Let’s go; |
| I’ll smoke a zone playing P3
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| My nigga Shiest got that E.T., got a nigga sleepy
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| Yeah, I used to coast down posts
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| Lookin' real nonchalant, then sail off the autobahn
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| You go to coppin', only ordered one!
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| I go to coppin', and they throw me some
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| It’s like that!
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| This for my piss-test failures who won’t leave it alone
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| Shoutout to Ricky Williams and Pacman Jones, c’mon!
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| All my smokers get high with me, just Marley & me
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| If you smoking on the Kush, or the Sour D (Light it!)
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| And smoke and ride with me
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| Now salute (Yeah)
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| While you puff 'til your eyes get low
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| Now salute (Ooh)
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| To all my potheads around the world
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| Even before I get my pad and my pen
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| I must have my weed, I grab my bag, then dig in
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| Mix my shit together so that it’s all different kinds of flavors
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| They think I’m baking pies to distribute to the neighbors
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| But no; |
| I’m smoking weed, that tastes like…
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| … Kinda cake-like
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| Bud is getting better, but the price is starting
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| To skyrocket, so I said, «Fuck it,» bought an Aerogarden
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| So I can get high, smoke big, and break even
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| No longer have to wait for harvest season
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| And it’s for strictly smoking, why do I have to push?
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| Sitting back with a fat sack of pineapple kush
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| I wish a motherfucker would try to take my weed
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| So I take it and I stash the shit, so no one can see
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| Then I make it safely, grab a brew to equalize it
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| Every day I’m smoking weed, I’m hoping soon they’ll legalize it
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| All my smokers get high with me, just Marley & me
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| If you smoking on the Kush, or the Sour D (Light it!)
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| And smoke and ride with me
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| Now salute (Yeah)
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| While you puff 'til your eyes get low
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| Now salute (Ooh)
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| To all my potheads around the world
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| The bud brownies that I ate just kicking in…
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| I got my Jordan Number Eights, black, aqua, and grape
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| These niggas tryna duplicate the Pilot DNA
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| Copycats see the big dog comin' and run away
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| Bitches fall through at the crib and can’t get up, they want to stay
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| I got your old lady in my '80 AZ-28
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| Haze got her dazed, she’s stuck, she don’t know what to say
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| I have the best week ever every seven days
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| In the magazine pictures, so high I might fly off the page
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| Rap, smoke, fly, drive; |
| do it all with grace
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| For the Kush, I got a jones like Grace
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| I call my house first, cause first is my place, yeah
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| All my smokers get high with me, just Marley & me
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| If you smoking on the Kush, or the Sour D (Light it!)
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| And smoke and ride with me
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| Now salute (Yeah)
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| While you puff 'til your eyes get low
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| Now salute (Ooh) (Yeah)
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| To all my potheads around the world
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| Smoke fills the room, as soon as I put my two boat shoes in
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| Then I’m floating in… slow motion
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| Know my M.O., always roll with homegrown, same color as Leno
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| It’s Widow white, yeah, my eyes lower than pebbles
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| Get in the zone, you know I flow in it forever
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| There’s never no effort, forget it, the memory’s been severed
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| Why take the shaky shit when I can give it to you fresher?
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| Yessir, that’s Asher, chillin' in a sweatshirt
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| Smoking on some shit that they be giving to the lepers
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| Nevertheless, I’m an open-mind accepter
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| Respecter of the cess, yes, collector of the best herb
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| I smoke weed, no need to give a lecture
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| Still can’t believe it’s illegal, for the record
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| The way I see it, it makes me think better
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| Sink in deep, and makes me think that I’ll
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| Release the feet beneath of me and let the weed just speak to me
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| Hear it in the beat, I see it leakin' from the frequency
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| And frequently, a freak like me figures out the secrecy
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| Feels the need to plant the seed in each and every human being
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| Cocaine and E will only take away your decency
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| Caffeine and nicotine secretly can weaken me
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| Can’t you see the key ingredient? |
| It be the THC
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| That sativa’s all you need…
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| All my smokers get high with me, just Marley & me
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| If you smoking on the Kush, or the Sour D (Light it!)
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| And smoke and ride with me
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| Now salute (Yeah)
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| While you puff 'til your eyes get low
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| Now salute (Ooh)
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| To all my potheads around the world |