[Hook:]
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I say what I mean, and I do what I say
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That Grand Cru got me high
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I'm faded but it's not enough
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The fact is I need to smoke
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[Verse One:]
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Now when I'm chillin and sittin up in the club that be leisure
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Throw up a sign and keep it movin is the procedure
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I ain't tryna talk about a feature
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I ain't tryna hear how niggas came runnin from the bleachers
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I'm tryna holla at kadija
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Her top game had a nigga shakin like he was catchin a seizure
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Jesus had a nigga on kick back
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Had to [?] just to give me my dick back
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Hair not done but its slicked back
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The don on chill
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Max b the young ron o'neal
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How you actin like the guard won't peel
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Guard ya chest play [?] throw the man the ron artest face
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Chicks know me wanna hit
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Word is I ain't a sucka for love I just think wit my dick
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I think its a gift [?]
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Smokin up all the sour diesel and drinkin a fif
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Chill dawg I'm tryna get in my groove
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Puff a little haze and get up in the mood
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But cha all in my ears I'm checkin for the hoes
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All in my eyes mutha fucka u blowin my high
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Cut me a little slack give me a little air
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Heres a 10 heres a 20 go get you a little beer
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Matter a fact go get cha a little slide mutha fucka u blowin my high
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[Hook:]
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I say what I mean, and I do what I say
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That Grand Cru got me high
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I'm faded but it's not enough
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The fact is I need to smoke
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[Verse Two:]
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French came along chicks came along
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Eager for the dick game
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Big [?] big cane to cook big dope to cut
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Shoot threw ya door as soon as I open up
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Dame roll the haze up we ain't smoke enough
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Bezzy all brick all frozen and stuff
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Chump act like he all chosen and stuff
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Pop at ya forehead big holes in ya gut
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I'm low in the cut
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I know a few hoes that will shoot threw customs wit o's in they butt
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But is this nigga really holdin or what
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Chump act like he all chosen and stuff
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Hit ya foes and nem up
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24 inch rims strobes in the truck
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Ducky and demitri I'm over dem sluts
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Bullets in ya stomach real hot
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Feel like u got a stove in a gut
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Chill dawg I'm tryna get in my groove
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Puff a little haze and get up in the mood
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But cha all in my ears I'm checkin for the hoes
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All in my eyes mutha fucka u blowin my high
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Cut me a little slack give me a little air
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Heres a 10 heres a 20 go get you a little beer
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Matter a fact go get cha a little slide mutha fucka u blowin my high
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[Hook:]
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I say what I mean, and I do what I say
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That Grand Cru got me high
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I'm faded but it's not enough
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The fact is I need to smoke
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[Verse Three:]
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I got sour, haze, bubble gum kush I can double up some got push
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Got douche mama that shit type stinky
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Cut cha arm off come get cha pinky
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Frankly I'm not the one you wanna fuck around wit
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Got fucked around wit got pissed got six
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Got bricks still got p.o
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Mike mike my guy and I still got him
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Still got clips of revolvers
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Bae I got wut chu need its really not a problem
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Its really no stress goin down to the gucci store
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I'm the boy fuck u think I got groupies for
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Got hoochie slores
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Let me move in ya jaws
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U can be my american whore
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I'm gonna treat u real nice like a gentleman
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Gain green boss I'm cuttin out the middle men
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[Hook:]
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I say what I mean, and I do what I say
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That Grand Cru got me high
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I'm faded but it's not enough
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The fact is I need to smoke
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[Max B Talking:]
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Blowin my high aw man
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Boss don classic
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Dame grease
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Four horseman
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U know wut this shit is baby
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Another classic wavy
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Vigilante season edition
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Its ya boy biggavel signing out
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So wavy baby
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Blowin' My High
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| Max B |
