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[Cheech and Chong]
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A lot of cats put down grass man
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Like uh, uhh.. because they say things about it
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like it makes you, lose your memory and all that
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Well I just wanna say that uhh, uhh..
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I forget where I was man
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("Ohh-h OK cut, Freddy, Freddy stop..")
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[Tame One]
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Boom Skwad in the house
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I lower da boom when I do the cypher dance
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With naps and saggy pants as I romance the plants
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I take puffs on stuff, rough enough to give a buzz
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to my cuz, even though he don't touch the stuff
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See this blunt in my front, some say might stink
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But yo the skunk helps me think
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I'm a boom smoker joker with the knack because I'm gifted
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Some say misfit, but fuck it let's get lifted
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I get a box of 50, get nifty with a spliff G
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and tick tackle new jacks who tried to diss me
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I walk through the rain for dimes at the sess spot
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Not hot with cops, cause I'd hate to get popped
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I'm a terror to a trey bag, son you'll soon see
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but I gots to get, higher, lower the boom G
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Chorus: Boom Skwad
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Lower da boom, you got to lower da boom
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Where the brothers puff the ism and the smoke clouds the room
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Spark that blunt, represent don't front
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We got what you want, it's the indo funk
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[El Da Sensai]
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*inhaling* Ahh, I just catch the fumes
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I consume, bend the room, with the ? tune
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Spark another L for the cypher
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Sit back and light the, five inch adventure that's alrighta
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Lower the boom, for the sess bags thicker
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One's a flight to Phillie, while the other one's the liquor
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Off to the weed spot, the bags better be fat
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or else you catch the speed knot, and holmes you don't need that
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Spark the indo or the L, sniff the weed
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but I never get splits mista cause Tame's been hip ta
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the baby of the blunts, so I'm down to catch the contact
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Here's the rap chat, it's a fact that I react
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Smooth from the boom consumed a zoom zoom a zoomin
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MC El the leaner cleaner thoughts dials tune-in
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Into, the matter roll the blunt bunt batter
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Pass the shit quick, don't flip, with the chit chatter
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I never puckered once, my lungs got jammed
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My man said it wouldn't kill, but I choke, god damn
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The sess starts to cloud the room
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The Artifacts, commences ta, lower the boom
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Chorus
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[Tame One]
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Ohh I hope I live to see the day they make it legal
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To all the people can't see what I'm smokin ain't evil
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Stop callin me a pusher cause I take pulls and take tokes
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Cut snakes, cut breaks, and I hate fake folks
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So pass the cheeba senorita cause I need a
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fat fuckin Phillie just before I funk a freaker
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Creatin from the milk crate with hooks and riffs
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I can lift em, and shift em makin jams like this
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With the blunt in my left hand and the Phillie in my pocket
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MC El, at my right, with the mic so I can rock it
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Sess makes my eyes red, but shades only cost three bills
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in Hooterville, so I'm chill
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See the bigger the blunt, is how I feel about my indo
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Because my moms would never throw my shit out the window
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I puff herb til noon, chill and watch cartoons
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Yes once again, I lowered the boom
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[El Da Sensai]
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Are you weeded? Nope see, I'm doper for the session
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Catchin wreck, check the tec, cause I'm sober for the sketch
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If I'm caught smokin blunts, I catch a bad one from my clan see
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I'm higher than a messiah so you know I'm handy dandy
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Legalize it holmes cause the zone's gettin bigger
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From the whites, to the Ricans, cause they learned it from the niggaz
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So who's the first to kick it real, for the, cypher
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Eight Phillies so you know you gots to pass the other lighter
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Pass the incense gents, it smells out in the hall
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My groupies think I'm stunnin cause I'm six feet tall
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No need for the sheepa cheeba cleaner than, Beaver Cleaver
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though I'm down to pitch, with my skit like Tom Seaver
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Either, or my jaw speak of true features
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I must be, the freaker of this doper class teacher
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So pass the Visine, so you can keep your eyes clean
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Look to Looney Tunes, we lowered, the boom
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Chorus
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[Boom Skwad]
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Lower da boom..
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Spark that blunt..
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Lower da boom, ya got to lower da boom..
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Spark that blunt, represent, don't front..
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[Cheech and Chong]
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