{Hook: (8x)Lord Infamous}
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I'm smoked out snorted out
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drunken and I'm blown
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{DJ Paul}
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get the dope, chop it up
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get the plate, I can't wait
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fifth of henn, in my hand
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ask for some, you too late
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now I'm high, really high
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man I'm about to shout
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I see you over there talking
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but what the fuck you talking about
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oh I'm blazed, in a daze
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purple haze and ash trays
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Mac Mike you got the light
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we green this ain't no fucking day
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black Havana
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craving the vapors of chronic
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DJ P with no weed and know what
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this shit is so fucking ironic
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{Juicy J}
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I got them blood shot red eyes
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look into my eyes
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did you see a big surprise
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can't you tell a nigga high
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I can fly, I can float
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meet your boy up on the boat
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watch me dive into the water
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like Titanic when it broke
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yo keep the weed coming
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keep them drinks coming
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niggas walking around
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in that daze like they need something
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cream bumming
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lighters flicking
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on the road their ain't no finish
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send them back
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stop in the kitchen
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nigga this is just the beginning
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{Hook: (8x)Lord Infamous}
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Im smoked out snorted out
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drunken and I'm blown
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{Lord Infamous}
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hearses circling my house
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with wack ass rappers in the rear
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hella lame in my ear
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I come to ruin your career
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vocal cords swords
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side board more souvenir
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skins of belly body
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smelly death is in the atmosphere
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peace is extinct
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bloody street
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make them steal
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planes crash ships sink
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every poison gets sweet
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every enemy see
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feel the nuclear nigga heat
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may I propose a toast
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its coming close to World War III
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fright night
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under moonlight
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Memphis picture
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mutilating torture pressure
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till the Satan took ya
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I'll beat ya till there's nothing left but slop
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feed you to the swamp
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running thru the forest like gunk
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bloody tree trunk
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bitch you want a piece of this
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might as well take the heart
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there was no love from the start
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sprinkle body parts
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woe onto you my foe
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cause you just don't know
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smoked out snorted drunk blown
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{Hook: (8x)Lord Infamous}
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I'm smoked out snorted out
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drunken and I'm blown
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{Twista}
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got me gone off herb
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and I earn when I swerve to the curb
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for the derb and the bourbon
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fresh out early and
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hanging with the soldiers
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still got the feelings that we pearling
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show me where they working
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from the bank dawg
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money on a fifth of henn
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tell the motherfucker drink up
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why the skunk weed starting to stank dawg
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bitch go and get some gin
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we gonna get the party cranked up
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put your bank up we gonna need more
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weefer chain cause our cryptic addicted to weed smoke
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get incisions of pure seeded snow
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take a puff choke shit of this weed dope
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and I'm off my square now
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went and yelled out
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where the nigga trying to get sloppier
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dropping ya
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if you trying to get us
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while we uzing them
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rolling with the Three 6 mafia
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popping ya popular
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buck at niggas with the rock
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close encounters of the herb kind
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leave you sitting on the curb crying
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south side getting bucked up
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in a party with a burb mind
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we gonna tear this bitch up
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cause we fucked up
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gone off that sticky
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when I zone off cant hit me
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have me going in illusions
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trying to get me
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infatuated with drugs
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smoked out snorted out drunken and blown
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getting crunk in that mode
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Twista gotta stay high
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smoke a skunk till I'm old
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now chucking like im sea sick
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on the front porch with the mob
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and we be thick
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roll when you see Twista and Three 6
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who can bog the motherfucking mind
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like an eclipse on the weed tip
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Smoked Out
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| Tear Da Club Up Thugs |
