Still walkin down the streets with my hand on my black tec
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My brain is high like Newark New Jersey do car thefts
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I'm high, when I sag my 2 Black Guys
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I would be brief but my Karl Kani's didn't dry
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I smoke the blunt for all you underground chumps
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My smoke bangs like it's freshly picked from the swamps
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So nigga how you roll a blunt? Aiyyo, how you roll a blunt
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Flip the script on some other shit like how you roll a cunt
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Now, I smoke the Maui, wow-wee
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Then I'll be back for me, I'm Sure, like Al B.
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Go Uptown, smoke quarter-pounds at the Dungeon
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Keith Murray meets me at the spot with the Bom-Ba
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Go back to Jerz and smoke with Diezel Don
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Huh, pick up a bag from my block, two-oh's the number
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Who can get swift with the microphone mist
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Plus I'm crisp like CD's on LP's in 3D
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My funk respect it, cosmic injected
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That cause me to Set It Off just like that club record
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Hit it from the back, stay strapped like two packs of lubricants
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It's gonna hurt -- no it's not a gat experience
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The funk dweller, creeps through your cellar
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And if your moms don't know your ass better tell her, like this y'all
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There's a million and one blunt spots all over the world
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That got good herb for all you boys and girls
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Which one do you go to? *many shouts*
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Which one do you go to? *many shouts*
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I'm packin buddha by the pounds and pull my Phillies from knapsacks
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Hey yo I didn't know your nickel bags come that fat
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Yo check it, my lyrics strip the track butt-naked
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Catch the Local to the A to the buddha to my vocals
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and I, set the world on fire
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Get a billion people higher, from just one blunt in my cypher
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You swore to God you was mixed in bom-ba-zee
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The rhymer Bombs Squads and MC's like Hank Shocklee
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I spend a knot at all the buddha spots
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From fifteen to fifty-fifth I ran all through the blocks
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I set it off jock, I light a blunt for my nigga D
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That's doin three pack, now where I get the hash at
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You can't fuck with my funk cause my funk is kinda abstract
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Past that, I'm rough like McGruff on dust
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There's a million and one blunt spots in America
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Yeah I'm tellin ya
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Now just throw your blunts up in the motherfuckin air
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Smoked out with niggaz from North Newark to Montclair
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I rip the nouns from antonyms to synonyms
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Cause I got soul like James Brown and Rakim and them
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One of the America's Most Blunted
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Smoked out with MC Eiht and Compton Most Wanted
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Ninety degrees, smoke with L.O.D. on the Island
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Then back to Stat, to smoke more packs with the Shaolin
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I showed the women how to roll a blunt stronger
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But it didn't work, because they Lee nails got longer
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But the weed is good for when you're mackin
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and girls can front it off like they don't know shit that happened
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I know what happened, I told her, BACK, NICK that motherfucker
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So check!
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My stamina, your ass couldn't snap with cameras
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Leave you on your back like Godzill did Gamera
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Props on blocks smokin the choc and what-nots
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I might catch a nickel bag sale from bus stops *needle rips record*
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A Million and 1 Buddah Spots
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| Redman |
