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[Featuring Montell Jordan]
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2 Scoops-
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High life
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nigga I thought you knew
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so roll up the bud and dont forget about the brew
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we havin a smoke out in the back of the MC
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but lets do this kinda fast
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hit that muthafucka bout two times and pass it
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to the left hand side
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on top of the clouds lookin over the mad ass Eastside
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which is home, to this Dove Shack
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and buddha pack, and doja sack, and the cloudy cat, I'm mackin
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and we rollin through the hood with the humps and the rumps
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japanese eyes, describes the effects of the blunt
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they rollin sack after sack its gettin ridiculous
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I'm twisted so much, my name should be licorice
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ticklish describes the senses
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mind's on blank, so fuck the reminiscese about the past
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ship that shit to the front
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paraphenilia, stand here from zig zags to buddha pipes to blunts
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chumps, ain't allowed in the ride
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sometimes proper bitches gotta wait outside
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a white tint, and imprinted from the indo
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AC, is blowin on my way to the studio
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you ain't gotta be no thug, to love
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that upliftin feelin connected to the bud
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that you can purchase in these wild city streets
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but if you got somethin on it, join the smoke out in my backseat
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(Chorus)
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they havin a smoke out in my backseat
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yo nigga pass the bud like we used to do
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they havin a smoke out in my backseat
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I dont mind if I take a toke or two
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they havin a smoke out in my backseat
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yo nigga pass the bud like we used to do
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they havin a smoke out in my backseat
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pass it on, pass it on
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C Knight-
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Yeah, pass it to me C
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suck one, suck two, now I'm feelin high as you
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so roll up the windows tight
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because I might roll up a whole half
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I want the contact from the dove shack
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oh I haven't told ya, no need for the zig zags
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pass me the blunt and split it
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hit it now admit it
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you as high as fuck
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your eyes are closin up
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now tell me whats up, is it the bomb
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as the atmosphere swells up with smoke
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and remember, two hits and pass
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and I'm watchin yo ass
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so you wont take more than you supposed to
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headin to Cerritos
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to get the blunt thats crunchy like Doritos
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speakin of Doritos
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I supposed to stop at 19 store in and out
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and here we go, down Atlantic don't panic
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I know the doja got you tweakin in the back seat
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so meet me half way across the seat
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and pass it back to me
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and light up another one B-L-O-U-N-T fool
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(Chorus)
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they havin a smoke out in my backseat
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yo nigga pass the bud like we used to do
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they havin a smoke out in my backseat
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I dont mind if I take a toke or two
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they havin a smoke out in my backseat
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yo nigga pass the bud like we used to do
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they havin a smoke out in my backseat
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pass it on, pass it on
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Bo Roc-
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okay, who got the Zig Zags aka rollin papers
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twisted on these, twisted enough gain on enough caper
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for some ends and some skills whichever comes first
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or better yet get smoked out until my lungs burst
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with the flowed up AC low chronic flowin
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Summertime in the LBC through the 12th a blowin
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I got that bud (what?)
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I give them love (what?)
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the fat ass dove (yeah)
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you thought that cool (oooh)
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the fattest doja dimes one has eva seen
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and nigga sucks for all you broke ass indo fiends
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in them 50-packs for them nasty ass blunts
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I do smoke grass but I dont smoke no ones tree stump
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so pass me the white pack, the orange or even blue
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matter a fact them newspapers over there will do
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and as we slide, four deep to the Eastside
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a clouds of smoke fill the inside of my ride why
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(Chorus)
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they havin a smoke out in my backseat
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yo nigga pass the bud like we used to do
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they havin a smoke out in my backseat
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I dont mind if I take a toke or two
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they havin a smoke out in my backseat
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yo nigga pass the bud like we used to do
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they havin a smoke out in my backseat
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pass it on, pass it on
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Montell Jordan-
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yo nigga pass the bud like we used to do
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I dont mind if I take a toke or two
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yo nigga the bud like we used to do
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yo pass it on, pass it on
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got just brought it out
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got just twist it out
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with that lighter
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back in the old days
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we gotta pass the bud like we used to do
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Smoke Out
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The Dove Shack |