Im buzzin, I need some True
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Not like the shit that you smoke that you grew
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Straight from Jamaica where the green grass grow
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Cop me some Tops and Im ready to go
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Roll me a big fat bat of the true up
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Hide my bag while I call the crew up
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Blaze my J and take a strong toke
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Then (coughs) choke off the true smoke
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But aint no thang, Im game to take another puff
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And as I smoke I say damn thats some good stuff
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I can roll a J in 3 seconds flat
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At a baseball game I be blazin a bat
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In school, I'm cool, smoke a J in the can
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No homegrown please just straight up Ghan
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Keep a bic in my pocket cuz im ready to flick
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Keep the true in my drawls by my balls and my dick
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If you try to smoke me you can be straight up lit
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I smoke the type of shit you cant fuck with
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[chorus]
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If you take a strong toke it'll turn your lungs blue
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And that fresh smellin True green grass is on you
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No tellin how much True I consume
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The shit's so potent you'll catch a contact in the next room
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When I blaze it's just like smog
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Niggaz wake up in the morning and thinks it's early morning fog
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I gotta have it, gotta smoke it, gotta have it
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I can afford to be blowed cuz my lifestyle's lavish
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True's in the house when I walk in the place
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Blaze up a J and blow smoke in ya face
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My lifestyle's wild I can never go wrong
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And I smoke more True than Cheech & Chong
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[chorus]
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I gotta get some more True cuz my bag's gettin low
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Jump in the ride headed for the True store
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Give me a pound of your best Sensimillia
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Cuz I come everyday you oughta hook me up a deal
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Just then the cops had to raid the place
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So I puffed on my J and blew smoke in they face
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They put us in cop car, me and my man Jack and Pete
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Blazin up True in the backseat
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The cop jumped in and he wasn't jokin
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He said go to jail or give me that shit you been smokin
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I said cool and didn't even think about it
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As for the True, never leave home without it
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True
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Esham |