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Well let's just burn
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Until the sun burns your eyes
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Keep burnin' 'till it sets on the westside
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Just ride and stay high all night
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Let's just ride and stay high all night
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It's laying out where the sun rests
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Flick your bics, let's get lit, man
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I'm dressin' up this trick Ms. Philly
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She got big plans
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With a few bags of do bad
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She da bomb when you hit it
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Cuz you glad to get blasted like Manson
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Knowing Mr. Dutch Master burn faster
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But Big Daddy then turned into a bastard
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So I'm no kin to Father Time when I'm smokin'
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Who said trees couldn't grow dolla' signs
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No qualify, no minds 'till tomorrow shine
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Coast to coast, blow your smoke, go for broke
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Get yours, split yours
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And keep sippin' fifths 'till you piss poor
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And if ya can't handle this
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Choak and hit the floor
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It's strickly herbs in the chest cavaties
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So we high to defy all the laws of gravity
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Rapidly, when I come down like avalanches
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I work the street in search for free weed advances
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Well, let's just burn
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Until the sun burns your eyes
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Keep burnin' 'till it sets on the westside
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Just ride and stay high all night
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Let's just ride and stay high all night
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Now burn
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Until the sun burns your eyes
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Keep burnin' 'till it sets on the westside
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Just ride and stay high all night
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Let's just ride and stay high all night
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Switzly sweets, Philly blunts, Dutch Masters
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Vega papers, man they keep me blasted
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And I blast one or two for my revenue
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If I have to
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For now it's coke, bale and
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Strickly smokin' and drinkin'
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Your mind all thinkin'
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And paper chasin' Ben Franklins
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Blizzards on my tools
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With G-strings and nipple rings
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Cigarella's split open
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Rollin' icky, stickey, lime green, nahmean?
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I'm high now but we could still raise the limits
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And keep burnin' spinich
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'Till the moonlight's diminished
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Still blazin' one nigga who ain't never faded
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Let me explain it
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Deranged and they battle the street
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Viper smoke herb
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And rearrange words together like scrabble
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Grab your E & Jay
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Henness-zay
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Your President-ay
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Is zip of bomb-bay
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Now all ya'll come with may
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And just ride
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And stay high all night
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Let's ride
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And stay high all night
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Now burn
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Until the sun burns your eyes
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Keep burnin' 'till it sets on the westside
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Just ride and stay high all night
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Let's ride and stay high all night
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Now burn
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Until the sun burns your eyes
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Keep burnin' 'till it sets on the westside
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Just ride and stay high all night
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Let's just ride and stay high all night
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Let's ride and stay high all night
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Let's just ride, and stay high all night
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We keep it lit ch'all
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But don't you get crossed up
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Like your bitch bra
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If ya'll switch and get cross
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In this business
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Gettin' quick to split jaw
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And make ya'll collapse flat
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Like Hank Gaithers at the free throw
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No dis, but when the weed grows
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We roll the whole lawn and blow 'till the break of dawn
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So it's all beneficial
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An ill mind wit a twisted thought, it's official
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You are cordially invited to an all-nighter
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O Z Z with no seeds, E & Jay and apple cider
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Turn the lights down and get your lighters up
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Now pour up a cup and get fucked up
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You's 'bout to ride
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And stay high all night
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Just ride and stay high all night
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We just ride, stayin' high all night
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Just ride, stayin' high all night
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Blazin'
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Switzy sweets, Philly blunts, Dutch Masters
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And Vega papers, man, they keep me blasted
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Just ridin', stayin' high all night
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Just ride, stayin' high all night
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(Full granule)
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E & Jay, ya Henness-zay
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Your President-ay, a zip of Bomb-bay
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And all ya'll come with me
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Ride, stayin' high all night
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Ride, stayin' high all night
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Just ride, stayin' high all night
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Stayin' high all night
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Stayin' high all night
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Burn (Album Version)
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