*featuring 50 Cent, Snoop Dogg
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[Lloyd Banks]
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I know, I ain't supposed to smoke in here
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But Mr. Bouncer Man, don't put your motherfuckin hands on me
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(Can I get high) - without you botherin me
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Everybody you see in here tonight's
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doin the same thing, so why you keep player hatin on me?
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(Can I get high) - without you botherin me
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[50] Ay, did you hit this shit?
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[Chorus: G-Unit - repeat 2X]
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That la lah-lah, I be smokin
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Be gettin me right, I be loc'n
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Them bullshit trees, you be rollin
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barely gives you a buzz, me I get HIGH!
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[Lloyd Banks]
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I admit I got a problem, I keep comin back for these
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doe-doe bags, and not your 'gnac or your sack of seeds
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I chill, sit back on the sofa and relax my knees
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And roll one up loose enough to make the backwards breathe
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I blow a heavy load, you can subtract some G's
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cause I'm a smoker, too much of this to choke ya
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I don't mean to provoke ya, but I'm a bad influence
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A musician can't operate without his instruments
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My recent success rapidly got your bitch convinced
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Haters mad they can't look inside cause I pitched the tints
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I enter the club with baggies of that chocolate
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The secondhand smoke'll make a nigga wanna start shit
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Sometimes I think bout where the niggaz from the start went
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Raise up a lighter and fuck up the whole apartment
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It's just one of them things that I do with my spare time
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My bad habits ain't private, so I'ma share mine
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[Chorus]
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[Lloyd Banks]
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Now they put they hands out, cause of the way shit bend
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So you niggaz ain't smokin if you don't chip in
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Listen, I waited long for these rocks to glisten
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From that one-room pad without a pot to piss in
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Overt betrayal is not forgiven, I do this
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for my niggaz locked up that's comin home to lobster livin
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Helpin the cop's forbidden, bout to buy momma her own mansion
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Just so I can see her pop the ribbon
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That Cali bud special, so special I held the blunt so long
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Snoop had to tell me, "Pass the weed nephew!"
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Fuck rap, I'm the wrong one to get pissed off
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Cause the pump'll make you "Jump" like Kris Kross
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My nigga dead and it's hard to let go
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So I'm blowin on that wet doe, same color as Gecko
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We follow hood codes and everybody in the set know
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We gas 'em, fuck 'em and pass 'em, what you expect ho?
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[Chorus]
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[Snoop Dogg]
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Say 'gain won't you blow it with the best of them
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Yes yes I blessted them, blazed up the purple palm trees
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I told dem don't mess wit dem, I hold dem no testament
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Do you want to smoke wit me?
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Weed rollin, G-strollin, bad-mouthin muh'fucker
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Law breakin, pimp slappin niggaz for the fuck of it
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Hip-Hoppin, ziplockin, riprockin gangbanger
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"Thought you was an actor," thought I was a singer
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Thought about ridin if you say you wanna hang tough
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D.P.G. unit sounds like danger
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You might wanna manage your anger
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Hang with us and stop smokin on the same stuff
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Now lay back on the law
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This new weed that I got I call it face off
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Cause it'll blow your face off and that's a figure of speech
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My niggaz a beast, on me, from the West to the East, preach!
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[Chorus]
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Can I Get High
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Lloyd Banks |