(featuring Big Shasta & C-Bo)
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[Hook: Big Shasta]
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Now we can roll some berry blunts
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Supersize two feet long
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And when it's done stuff the bong
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So we can smoke on
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You know we got the sticky trees
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That's why we make smoke songs
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One thing I know for sure
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Is that I'm so gone
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[C-Bo]
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Yeh M-J baby you mean everything to me
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I built all my raps and goals, and life around you
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I don't care what they think, I ain't right without you
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I don't dip whip shit, through the night without you
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Swisha, ciguerilla, cause you just so potent
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Put the towel under the do', cause you just so open
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I can see me wid you all in my life
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I'm in my drop top rollin' down Sunset all through the night
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Cause when I, fire ya up right, they know you're the truth
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I just look at them other niggaz, cause they want a hit too
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But I ain't into sharin' mines, less you one of my dogs
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If you wid us it ain't shit we blow one of my logs
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I keep the dro loose, like it's supposed to
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So when they hit it they just choke like they supposed to
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You wanna blow to?, you gon' need dough fool
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You hit my blunt I snatch it back like I don't know you
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[Lil' Flip]
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Imagine ridin' down the highway eyes all blurry
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Cops pull me over cause they know I'm in a hurry
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I ain't worried I ain't ridin' dirty but I'm high as fuck
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I hoppin' out like damn, you wanna buy my truck?
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It must've been my luck, for me to get stopped
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It must've been your luck, for you to get dropped
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I smoke the creme of the crop, the best shit nigga
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We ain't fuckin' around wid that stress shit nigga
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I went to Amsterdam, in a tannish Lan
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I ain't wear my jewelry they know who I am
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I'm Lil' Flipper, the nigga who was leanin' to the left
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Just, freestylin' eversince Jazzy Jeff, and the Fresh Prince
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Well I'm the fresh king, you wearing little stones
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I got begets in my ring, I got green weed purple weed
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No more commercial weed, hah ha
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That's how I do it smoke one G
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[Hook]
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So Gone
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Lil' Flip |