Hey hit this motherfucker
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Hit that shit, hit that bitch
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It's 4:20..
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We got love..
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Is this motherfucker on?
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At night i can't sleep, i toss and turn
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Chronic sticks in the door
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Visions of bongs being burned
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D-loc just call me a stoner
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A paranoid smoker with my finger on my poker
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People puffin stress aint living right
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But i aint going out without my pipe
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See every time I pull a load, i start sweatin, smoke starts coming out my nose
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There's somebody slaggin some sacks
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But i don't know who it is so I'm watching my back
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It's a cop and he's deep undercover
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When i toke i wont see the motherfuckers
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?? Caddy like our own
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A sack of fruit and a bong like my own
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Some might say, take a chill D
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But fuck that shit there's a pig trying to diss me
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I popped in the rip of my indo
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Every 20 seconds i be smoking another bowl
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Investigating joints for traps
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Checkin my herb for a branch
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I'm staring at my girl on the corner
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It's fucked up when my mind's playing tricks on her
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I got a big afro
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I drive old cars
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Ain't nobody roll like me
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It's like I'm a movie star
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But late at night something ain't right
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Somebody's coming in and they taking all my grow lights
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Is it that dude tryin' to steal all my crops
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Or could it be the one that sold the hydroponic rocks
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Or is it that one claimin' he had the power
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Tryin' to grow herb but it was hemp pure and flower
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Reach under my seat grabbed
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?? ain't no use to me ??
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They were ? than a motherfucker
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Transplant complete and i told them all 65 days and that shit will be done with
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Ounce nugs just like i figured
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Cannabis cup, kings blend is the winner
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And what i saw make your head start wrigglin
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Three rip cripplin stoney senior citizens
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I live by the bud
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I take my clones everywhere i go because I'm paranoid
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I keep looking over my shoulder, peeping around corners
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My mind's playing tricks on me
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Day by day its more impossible to cope
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Daddy X smokin off pounds of dope
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Can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous
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Slanging buds, got a door to door service
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Knee deep in the motherfuckin business
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Cold hearted with no room for forgiveness
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I got ? about 3 in each ? prop 215 fuckin me down in O.C.
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The punk claimed that he knew Johnny Richter
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Something about his x girl that he dicked her
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I got phat sounds in my ride
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Way too many friends that have died
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I got a baby girl to look after
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I play the role like a motherfuckin actor
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Big daddy plant seeds in my wife
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Plan on being down for life
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Got the baddest bitch in the whole city
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With 2 fat big brown big ass titties
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And they the types i be suckin on
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D-loc come and pack up my zong
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My motherfucking sacks' getting lonely
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My minds playing tricks on me
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I'm feeling high my sacks getting lonely
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Goddamn homie, my minds playing tricks on me
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This year 420 fell on a weekend
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Kottonmouth Kings is trick or treating
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Robbin' little kids for sacks
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?? got behind our ass
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Broke the fuck out and said late
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Skate to my house sucker sittin down by my gate
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We were in for a session no doubt
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Reached in my pocket you know what i pulled out
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The G13 then the zong was delivered
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But this battle just called for something bigger
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A bong about six or seven feet
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A specialty piece i envisioned in my sleep
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Pulled out the triple beam on em
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Dropping them motherfuckin Gs on em
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The more i smoke the more high i grew
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Then he disappeared and my boys disappeared too
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Then i felt just like fiend
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The shit was brown, man it wasn't even green
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I was high as fuck in the street
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And to top it all off i broke my zong on the concrete
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Goddamn homie, my mind is playing tricks on me
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My Mind Playin' Tricks On Me
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| Kottonmouth Kings |
