(feat. Thugline)
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[Krayzie x3]
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Rollin Up Some Mo'
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[Chorus x2]
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Allittle bit of refer's all I need (all I need)
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With alittle big of Gin mixed with Hennessey (Hennessey)
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Alittle bit lighter really sets the mood
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Have you feelin like everthing is so damn cool
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[Krayzie]
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Hop in my Five-Double-O
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Roll up my window asshole your lettin out all the smoke
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You never wate a blow, motherfucka don't you know?
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I'm a weedhead, P.O.D' ded stayin tweeded
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It make me happy
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Won't even sleep unless i'm beamin, fiendin
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Which one of you niggaz gonna put some ends in?
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Cuz i'm tellin y'all right now i'm smokin everything i'm spendin
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Goin down, cop a quarter pound now we in here blowin it
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Wait a minute where's the bowl at?
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Young Dre done got me spoiled man
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Done smoked two blunts, and now i'm feelin like I can fly
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I get into zones of my own everytime I get high
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And whenever it is, I think I see
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I'm buzzin so it doesn't really matter to me
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[LaReece]
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I got issues nuttin but problems feels my green
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My nigga wanna test me with the same old games
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Got this chicken down in San Diego, and he trickin on my pesos
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And he think that I don't know
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And he got the gawl he fuckin two of my dawgz
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Now they actin kinda funny when I call
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So when i'm with my Thugs On Da Line
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Tonight no lady like instead I grab a fifth of Hen
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Take it to the head, c'mon
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[Chorus x2]
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[Asu]
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Now, niggaz came late to get me Keith G pass me the Henny
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Kray lookin like chimney i'll smoke whatever and any
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Naw, i'm buggin my squad ain't druggin like that
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Luggin the Mak, LeReece all nice with K-mont in the back
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Blunts and stunts is what's rolled up
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Once it's lit it's hit, and if you ask me why i'ma tall ya what, what ya want?
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Smoke a blunt all jokes is front fuck beatin around the bush
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Kick the (?) ya punks
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[K-mont]
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I mix Henny with Alize get drunk and talk slick
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Nigga be sizin me up, you know I'm ready to flip
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My niggaz stay smokin out, sippin Hen and Tengery
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Nigga, we be havin hella fun like they do in the bay
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It be the weekend gangsta that me causin the tention
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You might catch me willin out, in the tough guy convention
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But don't get it fucked up, because I'm all about my cheedar
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It ain't easy being me, but nobody could do it better
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[Chorus x2]
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[Boss]
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Everytime I'm rollin out with Krayzie we crazy, try not to get ciffed up
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Fucked up sippin on that siz rup, pourin out that cup of stuff
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Them jolly ranchees and enhancers, I mix it up like a chemist
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Drop about 10 of 'em in it, then sip it slow til it's finished
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Then it's that (??) little (?) is safe at home
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Then get your brain broke, they boiler makers and they chain smoke
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Boss ain't no fuckin rookiem put purple permethozine up on you ream
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That's guaranteed to make you lean and keep you higher than girffe pussy
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[Kieth G]
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I ain't ate all day, but steadily gettin fucked up
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Smokin this weed, waitin to get scooped up
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It's the bum Keith G, carribus we on twists
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We needed a fix, my nigga dip into the rent
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We worry about that payback later we gonna smoke
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And live for the meanwhile puffin with Juvenile, what?
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I'm in the mood to speak my piece, pass the mic
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I'm in the mood to drink some burb, we high tonight
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[Chorus x2]
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Rollin' Up Some Mo'
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Krayzie Bone |