I'm here to advocate, you hear it in the clouds
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All up in my clothes motherfucker slaying out
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I like the duck, smoke like mister Grim
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No motherfucker straight, peak right from the stem
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Send the bush rock, cushy color like
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Maybe I'll go home when the money tight
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The fingertips sticky
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Faith will rise the bullet so the blow go quickly
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A gasta with a head full of dreads
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Your one smoke boy get up and smoke that
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My bitch screaming H and giving me contact
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Yeah see the colors like 31 flavors
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Fruity tastes like a couple of life saviors
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Smoke motherfuckers no doubt you're going Vogue
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It' my business if a nigger won't choke
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Come on, bitch smoke something
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Either your pipe, your blood or your bone
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Up in the sack motherfucker smoke on
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Come on chill, smoke sumthin
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Chill, smoke sumthin
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Either your pipe, your blood or your bone
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The smoke get the fill in my lungs like the blunt
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Beating on my chest like I was King Kong
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Hold off, a nigger high off the element
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The one time roll, still need the evident
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Go ahead glaze, here's your invitation
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My card on deck, medical situations
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Give a fuck but the feds still rage
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So the motherfucker down if the fees ain't paying
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Everyday's a plan with my brain sales
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Hypnotized how good she smells
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I take chances man, it never fails
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Just to get back to that good shit sales
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Now I profit, motherfuckers don't eat the cash
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In the eve with the good kind of grief
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After one hit you get to scream in good grief
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Come on, here smoke something
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Smoke something
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Either your pipe, your blood or your bone
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Up in the sack motherfucker smoke on
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Come on chill, smoke sumthin
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Chill, smoke sumthin
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Either your pipe, your blood or your bone
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The smell in the air just like blueberries
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Eyes in the row, the show it all varies
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Them grams in the blunt so I could fill up my lungs
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Feel the good taste upon my tongue
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...peel bottle or you zip lock that
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I got an ounce
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What's up this smoke, I proceed to bounce
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Ain't nothing in this stash get shown
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Relax your mind, let your brain stand still
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Smoke in the ear make time stand still
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Another myth in this fighters
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But this freedom smokes so put up your lighters
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Cheer! Let your thoughts run free
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Come on, here smoke something
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Smoke something
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Either your pipe, your blood or your bone
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Up in the sack motherfucker smoke on
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Come on chill, smoke sumthin
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Chill, smoke sumthin
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Either your pipe, your blood or your bone
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Come on, here smoke something
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Smoke something
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Either your pipe, your blood or your bone
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Up in the sack motherfucker smoke on
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Come on chill, smoke sumthin
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Chill, smoke sumthin
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Either your pipe, your blood or your bone
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Smoke Sumthin'
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| MC Eiht |
