[Verse 1 - MJG]
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Break it down, straight outta the tip
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Flockin to the 'rillo
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Ain't no secret
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Every month, I'ma smoke a pillow
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(M-J!) G, I keeps it real potent
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Green-sticky that'll keep a buffalo chokin
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Come and go with me, creep off in my Chevy thang
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Doin 45, twistin somethin steady mayn
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Headed to my low-key, safe-and-sound house
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Call up the fellas, hit the spot, and pull a pound out
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I used to have a secret spot up in my Range Rover
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Where I kept me somethin rolled, I'ma chain smoker
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No discrimination my nigga, if you broke
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But they still ain't attributed to good smoke
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B.Y.O.B, bring ya own bud
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Contribute to the pot, or do ya own drugs
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But then I looked around and noticed all the folks was gone
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I shoulda known that they would leave when all the smoke was gone
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[Hook - singing]
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Man, my weed is smoked up
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Man, my weed is smoked up
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Man, my weed is smoked up
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Man, my weed is smoked up
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There ain't nobody left around
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Nobody left around
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Nobody left around
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Nobody left around
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Nobody left around
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And I'm runnin outta bud
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I'm runnin outta bud
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I'm runnin outta bud
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I'm runnin outta bud
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I'm runnin outta bud
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I gotta go to the corner sto'
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Go to the corner sto'
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Go to the corner sto'
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Go to the corner sto'
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[Verse 2 - Eightball]
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Keep a fat bag, boys know I got that choker
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Part-time rap nigga, full-time weed smoker
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Wake up, before I wash the crust up out my eyes
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I'm splittin a cigarillo, fiendin for my morning high
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Break that sticky down, roll it up, let it dry
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Strike my lighter, put it to the tip, then I
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Inhale, and let the smoke smoke fill up in my lungs
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Hold it for a second, blow it out and get numb
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A drug-addict, I'm a junkie for that Marijuana
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No mid-grade, or no regular, just straight chronic
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At least four-hundred, for a zip, if I'ma touch it
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See I'ma smoke it if I like it, I ain't got no budget
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Now mama with me, wanna hit, better take it slow
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Seen it befo', I'ma be gettin this bitch up off the flo'
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Burn it all til' the whole bag empty
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Now err'body gone, ain't nobody here but me
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3 - Killer Mike]
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Yeah I smoke, and I drank
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Yeah I pop, and I lean
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Might see me on M.L. King
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Burnin rubber, burnin green
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Might see me, envisions with some pretty bitches, ballin g
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Might see me, on T.V., live on stage with Ball and G
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Ridin heavy in the Chevy, cruisin with a pound of purp'
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This here is my personal nigga
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This here is not for work
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Years ago, I was broke
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Couldn't smoke it, couldn't ride
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Now I smoke that foreign weed
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Now I push them foreign rides
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Flyin in that G-4
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Goin to do them foreign shows
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Givin 'em my foreign clothes
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Fuckin with them foreign hoes
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Catch ya man at Amsterdam
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Burnin grams of that kush
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Purple Haze and Indica
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Now I'm drinkin vinegar
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Scared as hell my P.O. gon' pull me and make me piss in cups
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But fuck the man, I'm the man
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Right now I'm in Amsterdam
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Spendin cash, burnin hash
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High like a sattelite
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I might get locked up tomorrow
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But bitch, I'm gettin high tonight
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[Hook]
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[Outro]
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I wanna get high
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I'm gonna get high
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I wanna get high
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I'm gonna get high
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I wanna get high
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I'm gonna get high
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Runnin' Out Of Bud
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| 8Ball & MJG |
