Verse One:
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Aiyyo, I got a slight problem I smoke weed too much
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Knees buckle the -uck up when I'm splittin my dutch
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Back up back up! Ain't nobody hittin for free
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It's just E Doubl-E, Keith Murray, and me
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It cost twenty if you're down with it
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Aiyyo son I ride around with my hooptie tinted
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to ride around blitted
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Cause I be feenin for that pookie
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I smoke the good shhh, save the backyard boogie for all groupies
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And I be, smokin up the hotel lobby
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Between mo' sheets than the Isleys, I'm high G
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I'm holdin it down for the B-Rrrah-I-C
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K, blaze, tell you to get bluhh politely
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(Hit the funky if you're riding around gettin blitz)
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Ask me if I love the rap game -- I, I'm loving it
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Cause I can do what the OWW/-uck I feel is real
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Blaze the poot with D. Don and tell UHH to get the dillz
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Chorus: repeat 2X
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I smoke on and on on, ya don't stop
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I'm gettin mad -ucked up and ya don't stop
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To all my real dogs, all my real pals
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who ain't smokin, get the -uck owwwwt
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Verse Two:
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I just love tokin, blackin out like Tame in the open
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Of course I got the raw dog no need to stick your nose in
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Gave you a straight up shotgun when we was smokin
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Froze you so fast -- you looked it like Madonna Vogue-in
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AwwwwuhhhhH! I got the shhh to get your whole click high
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We can get high, but act funny and I'ma whip out
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And they gon' whip out, and blow notes like Michel'le
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Cause you tried to jump the cipher and it goes THISSAWAY
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Chorus
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[singing] Smoke buddha, smoke buddha...
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*clang* The song you're about to hear, is sponsored by
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NASssWIPP
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Niggaz against smokin weed in public places
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A subdivision of *clang* IKSRFO
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I'm knockin somebody right the fuck out!
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Smoke Buddha
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Redman |