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CHALL-ONGE!
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Uh,
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I challenge you B-Legit, an E-40,
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to Numskull an Yukmouth,
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lets see who get the highest.
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Chorus *(Yuk, Num, 40, Legit)
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The highest niggaz in the industry,
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you high like me B-Legit?
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(it's all you Yuk.)
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The highest niggaz in the industry,
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an when you see us backstage nigga,
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pass that weed,
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The highest niggaz in the industry,
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40 Water you drunk as me?
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Anytime Numskull (then lets get keyed)
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(we the drunkest niggaz in the industry)
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The highest niggaz in the industry,
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40 Water, you drunk like me?
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(Numskull you numb like me?)
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Well lets get keyed.
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Verse 1 *(E-40)*
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I wish I had some half,
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mutha fuckin plastic, I'm on the floor, an I can't stop throwin up,
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devastatin, grippin the toilet, regergutatin,
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like a fat ass rat,
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on a big ass peaunt blue trap,
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I'm stuck,
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stiff,
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can't move,
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paralized,
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mud slides,
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excuses,
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that are made up,
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can't focus,
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I hang out wit,
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commrads an cromies,
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dudes an boys an,
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mutha fuckaz juss betta hope that he don't get liquor poison,
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(liquor poison)
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mutha fuckaz best believe that they makin some kind of sense.
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Verse 2 *(Numskull)*
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I been wit this Gin an Juice,
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cranberry an Vodka,
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I juss came back from my pillow case slobbin out binaca,
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I been tucked away,
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cuddled wit an Ivy toilet,
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but I'm back now,
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commits to get it on,
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not spoil it,
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I'm Drink-A-Lot,
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take a jug of sumpthin big an do my thizzle,
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swig a grill of milk an start to whistle,
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it's missle from the funk-nik,
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I can't see it,
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40 Water, you killin me wit this cheap shit.
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Chorus *(Num, 40, Yuk)*
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Cuz we the highest niggaz in the industry,
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40 Water you drunk like me?
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well lets get keyed,
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the highest niggaz in the industry,
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40 Water you drunk as me?
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(Anytime Numskull)
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well lets get keyed.
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The highest niggaz in the industry,
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you can't out-smoke me!
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The highest niggaz in the industry,
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an when you see us back stage,
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nigga pass that weed.
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B-Legit!!
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Verse 3 *(B-Legit)
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I can pin a marajuana nigga,
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love it like my mama nigga,
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an if yo sacks ain't actin up,
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back it up,
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ain't no dub's like the ones I got,
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an I'm forced to give 'em back cuz my smoke don't stop,
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got me grooved to the curb,
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tryin to get this mill,
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deep down in Killafornia where they grow good kill,
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an my folks,
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be feelin I'm a big 'ol pimp,
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they way I post in the Indies,
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smoke it on the hill.
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Verse 4 *(Yukmouth)*
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Uh,
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well juss pass me the el flamo,
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my afro grow like Rudy Ramo,
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blunts to the facial turn into a human tornado,
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yes I'm able,
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cut up the gonga,
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I'm Philly label blunt sponsered,
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blaze mo than a Grateful Dead concert,
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Smoke-A-Lot-tae,
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so sweat the collar so I stay out yo bod-day,
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hydo-hottie,
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I'm mighty morphine haterz couldn't stop me,
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B-Legit drop the bomb like Nazis,
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20 blunts a day,
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high got me smokin big weed wit yo baby mommie.
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Chorus (Num, 40, Yuk)
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The highest niggaz in the industry,
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40 Water you drunk as me?
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(anytime Numskull)
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Well lets get keyed.
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The highest niggaz in the industry,
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40 Water you drunk like me?
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(Numskull you numb like me?)
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well lets get keyed.
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The highest niggaz in the industry,
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you high like me B-Legit,
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(it's all you Yuk)
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the highest niggaz in the industry,
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an when you see us backstage, nigga,
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pass that weed.
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Verse 5 *(Yukmouth)*
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40,
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y'all better our name ain't reefa,
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or I be hittin mo bank jobs than Latiffa,
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get it shot up,
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in a hot ride, wit a millameta,
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cannibus sintiva I blow in the challes,
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you smoke mo than me,
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like the Cosby show nigga I challenge,
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let's see who be walkin off balanced,
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pervin,
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fuck em wit Yuk it's curtians,
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I smoke mo than Michael Irvin.
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Verse 6 *(Numskull)*
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Swervin big Lexus,
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throwin 40 bottles out the roof,
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breath about 100 proof,
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slammin bot-els,
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rod-els shakin my back,
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so gone,
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I feel like hurlin off the yak, (tell 'em Num),
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come on,
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roll the window down,
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let me get a tad bit of breeze,
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my whole vision is seein threes.
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Verse 7 *(B-Legit)*
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I got a plug so silly,
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smokin on a Philly,
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mix it up wit 40,
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bitch I know you hear the music,
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