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We got that smooth irie feelin' we put it down
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We got that smooth irie feelin' with the reggae sound
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We got that smooth irie feelin' blazin' on these pounds
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With that smooth irie feelin' Kottonmouth Kings earned our Krown
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Ya'll can catch me in the parking lot smoking blunts feeling dizzy
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Know I spark a lot D-Loc I'm always getting shitty
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Hanging out with all the hippies blazing bomb buds in every city
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Always got some Zig Zag's and a old school fifty
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Something to put in it like crack and if it ain't green then it's wack
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So put that garbage back in your backpack
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Leave the session start walking we don't smoke none of that
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Give me the Bud Light sit down and start talking
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Where you at I'm over here no I'm over there
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Where'd you say you were Loc?
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Shit dog I'm everywhere
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I'm always on the creep coming through your speakers high
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Like Bob Marley busting over the fresh reggae beat
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While you probably in the backyard drinking
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Trying to get your boogie on but you can't even dance at all
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You barely got any rhythm you just like the song
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Now everybody sing along
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Although it's stony I ain't even claiming Rasta
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I got that love and respect for the ganja
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Rebel music makes the soul grow stronger
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I eat my oysters so I go a little longer
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I swim deep when the reaper starts closing in
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I'm a dreamer not a sleeper ask my closest friends
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I like living in the moment giving mad love
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And when this life is getting tough I'm never giving up
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I let the rhythm and the herbals get the best of me
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The irie feelin' always seemed to be my destiny
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A higher power I can hear the spirits calling me
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Positivity injected to me musically
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Resignating kinda laid back
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Just turn the music up and dig into your weed sack
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I know you're digging this
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I know you're feeling me
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We're just living free
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Getting' irie
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It's been about 15 years that I've been married to the ganja
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And our relationship has only grown stronger
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You know that feeling that you get when you make love
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Well that's the feeling that I get smoking on my bud
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I live the irie life there ain't no denying that
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Richter staying stoned always blazing hits back to back
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The twenty sack barely gets my day started
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If I wake up in a daze then I went to bed retarded
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The world revolves around money and greed
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But for me the world revolves around you guessed it weed
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Too many stony things to see and irie people to meet
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So with that said I leave you all with a goodbye and peace
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Irie Feelin'
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