Phase one
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I grab the Henny and twist the top
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Guzzle it that's when the reaction starts
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I split the chalk with the dutch
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Had the hash in the greenery, then the L get sparked
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Keith Murray's never smokin on babith
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Niggas give me dirt and I throw it in the garbage
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Actual facts, writin exact, sacks of African Black
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I smoke two back to back
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I smoke so much I choke out fire alarms
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With the towel under the door feel the effect of the bar
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Put Visine in my eyes so no one can tell
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Looked in the mirror, said to myself yo you high as hell
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I inhale a gray smoke full of tram
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Get 3-Dimensional visions like CD-ROM
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Inahle it through your mouth, freeze like you froze
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Then *blowing sound*, blow it out yo nose
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CHORUS: Repeat lines 11-14 2X
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Me and the Funk Doctor Spot up top on the hop
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Block two big jig hot shots coppin mots
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Seasons slice precise, ice 'n' tights
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Chickenheads that circle the block twice
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If you chokin then pass cuz it's not a game
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Bitches hit my blunts and never feel the same
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They start actin strange and kinda erotic
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I try to tell her you aint nothin bout no chronic
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Ahh drats I think I'll take a long walk
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And light a fat one up for the sargeant general of New York
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Who determine gettin lifted kill brain cells maybe
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If it wasn't for weed, niggas would be goin crazy
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So smell it from afar, comin from the bar
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Or rushin out when I open up the car door
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Whether home or party in a bag or a jar
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Put that lah in the air and represent with a stand form
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CHORUS 2X
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I'm not sayin I'ma a pothead, cuz I'm not
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I'm just sayin that I smoke alot
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Catch me in V.I.P. smokin with Dennis Scott
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Or after the show in the parkin lot
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I only buy weed from a selective few
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Cuz niggas is wicked and they will get you
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I ran outta blunts got some paper from your mother
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She had extra weed so we rolled another
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No doubt, I hear you out
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Before I roll my L, I think the cancer part out
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I'ma kite cuz I missed the buddah spot before the flight
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And damn we gon be away for like 12 nights
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So here I am in Amsterdam gettin high again
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You know what, come to think of it, yo, I'd love a Heineken
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Inhale it through your mouth, freeze like you froze
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Then *blowing sound* blow it out yo nose
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CHORUS
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High as Hell
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| Keith Murray |
