(feat. George Clinton, Too $hort)
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[George Clinton - Intro]
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This is that dope-on-dope, smoke but don't choke on
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It's the shit, clearly blunt junkies have been known to croak
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Unless them toke of it's, THE BOOOOOOMB!
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[Chorus]
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For those who think life is unfair
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'cause I blow my smoke in the air
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As if no one is standin there
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Then I'll roll one tonight, fo' yo' sorrows
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In my chair, as I sit back smiling from ear to ear
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With a fistful of your girlfriend's hair
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Yes, she'll blow one tonight, fo' yo' sorrows
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[Big Boi (Too $hort)]
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Daddy Fat Sacks back on the scene
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Money shot to a Three movies
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But everything's straight like 9:15
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It's back to the time machine, I believe
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Back to the rhymin, back to the stick
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Back to the hi-hat, tsk tsk kick
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Slap, y'all nigga better think that was it
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We everywhere (BEEEITCH~!)
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..Like the air you breathe
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Got 'em stuck like Chuck into what we weave
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Like a lace front wig stuck to the forehead
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Best believe I'll change the steeds
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Take the lead, change the speed
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Slow it down just for the sport
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Nigga, ONE of my favorite rappers happens to be Too $hort
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[Too $hort]
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Now everybody wanna sell dope (SELL DOPE)
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Got a P, got a pound, got some hoes (..NOPE!)
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Jesse Jackson had a lil' bit of hope, for the folks
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On a roll, back in nineteen eighty fo' (EIGHTY FO'?)
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BEEEITCH~!
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[Chorus 1/2]
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[Big Boi]
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Just to let you know that everything is straight
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I say stank you very much 'cause we appreciate the hate
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Now go get yourself a handgun, you fuckin wit a great
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Put it your mouth and squeeze it like your morning toothpaste {*gunshot*}
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Kill yo'self like Sean Kingston, suicidal for a title
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My recitals are vital and maybe needed for survival
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Like the Bible or any other good book that you read
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Why are 75% of our youth readin magazines?
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'Cause they used to fantasy, and that's what they do to dream
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Call it fiction addiction 'cause the truth is a heavy thing!
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'member when the levee scream, made the folks evacua-ezz
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Yeah, I'm still speakin about it 'cause New Orleans ain't clean
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When we shout Dirty South, I don't think that is what we mean
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I mean, it mean the roguh, the tough, the DANGEROUS, we reign SUPREME
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Can slaughter entire teams with the ink that my pen bleeds
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B-I-G, B-O-I - nigga, please!
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[Chorus]
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[George Clinton - Bridge, then Outro]
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Don't want no girlfriends
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Just need my dope (I just need my dope)
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One foot on the world when, I'm behind in my smoke
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(I'm behind in my smoke)
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On the back burner, you can just simmer around
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But on the front burner, you betta burn, a fat one
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(Roll it up...fire that shit up)
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A fat one - fire it up!
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A fat, fat, fat one..
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This is that dope-on-dope, smoke but don't choke on
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It's the shit, c-c-clearly blunt junkies have been known to croak-oak-oak
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Unless them toke of it's, THE BOOOMB!
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Bombardin the brain, the bong infinitely plays the place to come
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Came and went, hindbells spent, b-b-b-b-bent
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Take another huff and puff and choke and toke
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Icky sticky sticky and stuff a bowl and
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pack a pipe, twist a blunt roll, light a JOINT~!
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'Cause this is the dope-on-dope...some GOOD shit...
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Yeaaaaaaahh...Lean back and puff slow...
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Fo Yo Sorrows
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Big Boi |